Tilakvarma Stories

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.

They were bestfriends...but one mistake created distance. Childhood bestfriends...but are they still the same... Businesswoman x cricketer

The wall is thin. The thumps are loud. And Vamika Mehra is losing her damn mind. She moved back to Mumbai to escape her controlling dad, not to live next door to Tilak Varma , a cricketer who thinks smashing a ball at 3 a.m. is normal. He doesn't practice-he attacks the wall. Crack. Thud. Grunt. She bangs back once. The next night he bangs harder. War declared. Vamika hates cricket-the screaming uncles, the sweat, the ego. In the elevator she snaps, "Some of us have real jobs, not hobbies chasing leather." Tilak just smirks. "Keep talking, princess. Your wall's listening." She should hate him more. Instead she starts listening. Watching his matches just to hate-watch... until he smashes a six and her stomach flips like a live wire. He notices. Now the thumps are taunts. Cricket balls appear outside her door with notes: "Miss me yet?" , "Stop pretending you don't hear me." Fights turn hotter, louder, ending with them in the hallway at 2 a.m., faces inches apart. She falls first. He falls harder. Making a blackout him pining her to the wall and whisper, "Say it again. Say you hate cricket." Jealousy, power cuts, stadium invites, her dad finding out, media sniffing around-every fight ends with "I hate you" turning into "don't stop." They're a loud, messy disaster. But disasters can still choose each other. And sometimes the person you want to strangle... is the only one you can't live without.

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

A Tilak Varma Fanfiction....... She didn't fall into his world. She built her way into it. Meera Deokar-entrepreneur, strategist, and someone who refuses to sit back and watch the game she loves fall apart. But power comes with attention. And attention comes with stories. Especially when it involves Tilak Varma. A slow burn. A silent connection. And a world that's already decided their ending. The only question is- will they?

A rising cricket star adored by millions... A hardworking, independent café owner who doesn't believe in love... When Tilak Varma meets Heer Jadeja, sparks fly. Will love win, or will misunderstandings tear them apart?.

Year's Away from the Spotlight While the world cheers for Tilak Varma on the cricket field, his real life remains unknown to everyone. In Mumbai, lawyer Swaksha Patil, daughter of a powerful politician from Karnataka, shares a secret with him - a marriage hidden from media and fans for years. Between fame, power, and expectations, their love grows quietly away from the spotlight. ✨

She was born into the game - not as a player, but as a Pandya. Sanaya had spent her whole life surrounded by stadium lights, press conferences, and headlines that never belonged to her. Being Hardik Pandya's sister meant attention she never asked for and expectations she never wanted. She was never supposed to fall for him - the quiet left-hander with a smile that felt too steady for a world that never stopped spinning. Tilak Varma , the new ICT charm boy was the last person she planned to notice - calm, kind, charming and too focused on cricket to care about the chaos that came with her surname. But one smile under the floodlights changed everything. Between whispered conversations, teasing glances, and rules they both knew they were breaking, a boundary began to blur - the one between the field and the heart. And in a world that watches every move, love might just be the riskiest crossover of all.

season 2 of arrange marriage series (my second book)

Sometimes, unexpected things lead you to your love...

𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳... 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵, 𝘴𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳

╰┈➤ 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. 🌠 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐔𝐑: 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮. Some things begin as a moment. A glance. A smile. A coincidence the world refuses to ignore. And sometimes... they turn into something far more dangerous, a dream you don't want to wake up from. Tilak Varma. The golden boy of Indian cricket. Effortless on the field, unbothered off it. The kind of man who made pressure look like a game and attention feel like second nature. Crowds adored him, cameras chased him, and fame sat on his shoulders like it belonged there. Avni Luthra. Not the kind of woman the world expected to stand in the middle of a cricket stadium and own it. Powerful, precise, and impossibly composed, she was strategy and authority wrapped in elegance. Untouchable, unreadable, and always ten steps ahead. Two names that didn't belong in the same sentence. Until one moment did that for them. A fleeting interaction. A camera angle. A post match second that the internet turned into a story of its own. A ship. A fantasy. A narrative the world built... before they ever got the chance to. But what happens when something that was never real... starts feeling real? When an internet ship turns into curiosity, curiosity into tension, and tension into something neither of them can control? Because some connections aren't planned. They aren't logical. They are imagined first and lived later. And the most dangerous kind of love? Is the one that begins as a imagination. A beautiful, intoxicating dream that refuses to stay unreal.

𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗨𝗠 𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦... the blue jersey hides more than just their name. 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗥𝗦... there are glances, almost-touches, and things left unsaid. 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗛𝗢𝗪... they start chasing something that isn't a trophy. ☄ cover by the talented @kissbunny ☄ blue jersey dreams. ☄ indian cricketers au. ☄ one shot.

╰┈➤ 𝔞 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔫-𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰. 🍁 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃, 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐃 & 𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃. Some stories begin with love. Others begin with damage control. And this one? It began with a scandal. Simran Bajwa was not paid to feel, she was paid to fix. A sports manager known for her precision, her control, and her rapidly thinning patience, she had built her career on handling chaos without ever becoming part of it. Managing a cricketer like Abhishek Sharma was already a full time crisis in itself ego, fame, headlines, and a complete disregard for consequences. But Simran always handled it. Clean. Quick. Efficient. Until her happened. Esha Varma. A name that carried weight in the cricket world for both right and wrong reasons. Bold, relentless, and unapologetically invasive, Esha wasn't just a journalist. She was a storm disguised as a byline. If there was a story worth exposing, she didn't hesitate. If there wasn't... she made sure there was one. Statistics, gossip, controversy she owned it all. And this time, she had gone too far. One article. One headline. One perfectly crafted piece of chaos. And suddenly, Simran was left cleaning up a mess Esha had no intention of apologizing for. Because where Simran believed in control, Esha believed in truth, no matter how brutal it was. Where Simran saw irresponsibility, Esha saw courage. And where Simran saw someone insensitive, reckless, and infuriating. Esha saw someone who just didn't like being challenged. They weren't meant to agree. They weren't meant to understand each other. But somewhere between press conferences, arguments, stolen glances, and words that cut deeper than intended... hate began to blur. And the line between rivalry and something far more dangerous, became impossible to ignore. Because sometimes, the story you're trying to control... it's already been signed, sealed... and sabotaged.

if you love chaos and drama with romance and thrill this is all you need

"Until I see you again." A teenage crush, that's all he is. Work calls, and delusional giggles. An excellent lawyer. And an exhausted cricketer. Where do they belong?

an oneshot book about ICT Brotherhood and family bonds. I will write all the requests you comment so let me know your opinions and if you want any ICT oneshot.

Tilak Varma isn't a legend yet - he's a rising star, fighting for his place under the brightest lights in cricket. Every match matters. Every run counts. Every mistake is noticed. On the biggest night of his career, Meera walks in with a microphone and sharp questions - confident, composed, and completely unafraid of him. What starts as a simple post-match interview slowly turns into something neither of them expected. He's building a name. She's building a career. And somewhere between stadium lights and silent glances, the line between professional and personal begins to blur. Because some boundaries aren't just crossed on the field... They're felt in the heart.