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A Shubman Gill fanfiction 

Cricket was more than a sport in India. It was religion, rhythm, routine. It echoed through living rooms, spilled out of tea stalls, and stopped traffic when a six soared over the boundary.

Shubman Gill was its golden boy - calm under pressure, camera-loved, his bat writing headlines before he even spoke. To millions, he was a phenomenon. But fame, as he'd learned, could be loud and lonely. Every cheer came with expectation. Every silence, a judgment. In the game, he found glory. Off the field, he often lost himself.

Saisha Arora lived on the opposite end of that spectrum.

No cameras. No chaos.
Just ancient forts, faded frescoes, and sandstone walls that held secrets older than the game itself.

A heritage conservation architect, Saisha believed in preservation - of history, of silence, of self. Where others saw rubble, she saw resilience. She had no time for celebrity culture, viral headlines, or boys with stadiums screaming their name.

So when she found herself dragged to a stadium - surrounded by painted faces and cricket hysteria - she didn't expect anything. Certainly not to meet him.

But fate has its own timing. And sometimes, love arrives not with grand declarations, but with stolen glances and unexpected collisions.

This is the story of two people from opposite worlds -
Of match days and monument walks,
Of headlines and heritage,
Of a chase that had nothing to do with runs - and everything to do with finding someone who made you stop.

Because not all love stories begin in the spotlight.
Some begin in the silence between the cheers.
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