Rohitsharma Stories

Two people. Two different worlds. Miles apart. Destiny brings them together tying them in a sacred bond of marriage. They never saw a future together but future saw "THEM" together. Will they be able to survive the marriage that was never meant to happen? Surrounded by the media, rumors and fans will they be able to work it out? Busy life and days apart, but at the end they found supporting each other at every step, at every stage of life. . . . . . . . . And they realised they were meant to be. They were DESTINED.

A Shubman Gill Fanfiction (Crazy timeskips included. Planning to rewrite but not soon) At 26, Shubman Gill is living the dream every cricketer grows up chasing. Captain of the Indian Test and ODI teams. Leading his IPL side. A career at its absolute peak. Everything in his life is planned, controlled, and moving exactly the way it should. Until one unexpected call turns his perfectly structured world upside down. Suddenly, Shubman finds himself responsible for something far bigger than captaincy, trophies, or records - a 15-year-old girl who has just lost the only family she ever had. Arushi Kaur. Aru. She's grieving, guarded, and completely unfamiliar with the fast-paced world Shubman lives in. And he's just as unprepared to step into a role he never imagined for himself. Moving to Mumbai means a new beginning for both of them - new routines, a new school, awkward dinners, quiet conversations, and two strangers trying to figure out how to exist in each other's lives. Between international matches, media chaos, dance practices, family dinners, match rewatches and the slow process of healing, they start learning something neither of them expected. Sometimes family isn't the one you're born into. Sometimes it's the one life places in your hands when you least expect it. And sometimes... even the strongest captain has to learn how to lead at home.

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An ancient oath echoes through the roar of the stadium. Under the floodlights, a silent captain weaves a legacy of shadows, chasing whispers of a throne long lost to time. When the celestial wheel turns, the jersey becomes armor, and the game reveals a war that never truly ended.

THE GOLDEN TRIO OF ICT BROKE IN SUCH A WAY MAKING ROHIT DISAPPEAR FROM EVERYONE'S LIVES LIKE HE NEVER EXISTED,VIRAT LOST HIMSELF IN THE GRUELING WORLD AND MAHI THE GLUE THAT HELD THESE THONGS TOGETHE DECIDED TO STAY SILENT.

A story of three lives entwined by blood !! While two of them were each others world , the third one had just lost his world .... Will the two accept the third one as their own or will he be just their unwanted responsibility?? Republishing with changes !

Imagine if Virat Kohli had a younger sister... and no one not even Rohit knew about her. Secrets, chaos, and cricket collide when Sehar steps into their world, and suddenly, the calm of the dressing room is a thing of the past. this story is purely fiction..

The Indian cricket stars are serious on the field but chilled out and funny off the field. Here's my interpretation of how they chat in the official group. Cover by- Parimala020 Thanks Pari diii❤❤❤

In a world where timing is everything, love doesn't always arrive when you're ready-it returns when you least expect it. KL Rahul has always lived his life under the glare of stadium lights-disciplined, admired, and emotionally guarded. For him, relationships were like risky shots: beautiful when they worked, devastating when they didn't. After a past that left more questions than closure, he learned to focus only on the game. Naira Singhania, on the other hand, built her world away from the noise-fiercely independent, quietly strong, and determined never to let her heart become her weakness again. She had loved once, deeply enough to lose herself-and vowed never to repeat that mistake. But fate, like a perfectly timed cover drive, has its own plans. When Rahul and Naira cross paths again after years of silence, unresolved emotions begin to surface. What starts as reluctant conversations turns into stolen moments, late-night confessions, and a fragile rediscovery of something they both thought was long gone. Yet, second chances are never simple. Between the pressure of public life, the weight of past heartbreaks, and the fear of history repeating itself, they must decide-do they protect their hearts, or risk everything for a love that refuses to fade? "Second Chance" is a deeply emotional journey of healing, growth, and the courage it takes to love again-not perfectly, but truthfully.

We talk nonsense here

She's Rohit Sharma's younger sister used to chaos, blunt words, and living around cricket without making it her whole personality. He's Yashasvi Jaiswal confident, irritating, observant, and always somehow in her space. This isn't a love-at-first-sight story. It's the kind where people grow on you slowly through arguments, teasing, shared moments, and accidental comfort. She's 23, dramatic only with her friends, painfully normal, and very good at acting unaffected. He's someone she never planned on noticing... until she did. With a no-filter elder brother, constant banter, everyday chaos, and feelings that creep in quietly, this story follows two people who don't chase love they just live, joke, clash, and somewhere along the way, fall.

"Why do you love me so much, Jassi ?" "Because you are my Bhaiyya!"

Mafia king shubman Gill married to a little space boy ishan kishan Ishan was : handsome, rich, little space boy, kind, friendly with everyone shub was: handsome, rich, cricketer, CEO, mafia king, powerful, strong, muscular it was a bl if you feel unwell with this kindly don't read and no hates cuz this story is purely a friction warning: maybe 18+ content used it's just a alert but I know no one gonna follow it

To all you Rishab Pant fangirls. You won't be disappointed.

Born into wealth but yet to be haunted by a past he has no idea of, Mahi has it all - money, charm, and a gaping hole where his heart should be. Behind the luxury cars and expensive schools lies a brutal secret: he isn't supposed to be a Dhoni at all.

"We may have not same last name but sure does we have same heart" A tales of memories that made them brothers, the memories which they would cherish till the world's end, the beauty of life and the innocence of eyes they discovered in each other, the strength and support they wielded from each other, the team filled with love, warmth and togetherness which shielded them against storms, the team which they are proud of.

Isha Sharma has sent dozens of messages to Tilak Varma's Instagram DMs. She never expected a reply. She never expected him to see them. And she definitely never expected to be standing in front of him with an official MI lanyard around her neck. Now, she's his shadow. Every flight, every hotel, every heartbreak on the field, Isha is there to capture it all. But what happens when the "silent supporter" becomes the only person he can't live without? A story of dreams, doodles, and the fine line between being a fan and being the one who stays.

Being Rohit Sharma's sister wasn't nearly as easy, Arayna Sharma was used to the loud noises and chaos of the world of cricket. She had been surrounded by the sport and paparazzi ( much to her discontent) since she could remember. It wasn't like she hated the sport,quite the opposite. She always wanted to do something with cricket,so she became a sports journalist! Meeting famous players,which she had already met a thousand times already (thanks to her brother), to interview them ,shooting content,and covering matches. Pretty easy,right? Welp! Tilak Varma is a rising cricketer,the future of cricket as others say. Ever since he joined the Mumbai Indians squad, Rohit has been very welcoming to him. He treats Tilak as his son,which lead to, of course, multiple dinner invitations and casual meetings of the MI squad at the Sharma home. Since the first time Tilak and little Samaira met,they have been inseparable. Samaira always looks for her Tilak bhaiya and Tilak patiently handles all of her antics. Though both Arayna and Tilak have met hundreds of times,they have never had a proper conversation. Like NEVER. They had always exchanged a few words. "Good morning" Tilak had once said, spotting her in the stands fiddling with her camera. "Oh...uh you too" Arayna had replied with an awkward asf smile. And then Tilak wandered off to the team giving her one last polite smile which made Arayna think if he even remembered her name. Not that she cares OBVIOUSLY! _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ᕙ⁠[⁠･⁠۝･⁠]⁠ᕗ In which a chatpati sports journalist Falls for a cricketer who never Even spoke to her #catchthedamnhints Or ᕙ⁠[⁠･⁠۝･⁠]⁠ᕗ_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ In which India's clueless Starboy Cannot catch hints for The love of God #obliviousasf

An emotional Rohirat story set in 2019-22 . Read the prologue to know more. A story on friendship brotherhood and a bond which is beyond blood.

A lovely story of bonds out of blood