THE FALL
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Cricket
She's Virat Kohli's secret sister. He's India's rising star. They hate each other. Until they don't. - THE FALL Vihana Kohli has been a secret for twelve years. Virat's hidden sister. Raised far from India, far from cricket, far from everything his name stands for. Until one lie drags her into a world she never asked for. Shubman Gill doesn't do distractions. Focused. Driven. The rising star of Indian cricket. The last thing he needs is a girl who argues back, takes up space, and refuses to disappear. She thinks he's arrogant. He thinks she's insufferable. They're both right. But when a fall on a mountain leaves them stranded - and a blame neither deserved tears them apart - something shifts. She stops trying to be liked by him. He stops pretending he doesn't notice her. They were never supposed to meet. They were never supposed to stay. But hate has a dangerous habit of looking a lot like something else. *And sometimes the hardest falls aren't from mountains.* --- ⚠️ No copyright intended. This is a work of fiction purely for entertainment.
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