⋆˚࿔ INVISIBLE STRING 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
shubman gill x  verena kallias

for all my shubman gill lovers!

a book by soup, taylrsdaughter ! 

── .✦SUMMARY

The boys had been getting suspicious. Shubman Gill—India's golden boy, the suave, stylish heartthrob—had been acting... weird. 

It wasn't his usual quiet charm; this was something else. More mysterious. At first, they brushed it off when they caught him laughing to himself during practice, or even on team flights. 

But soon, it was happening too often to ignore. He'd be off in the corner, mumbling under his breath, breaking into grins like a man possessed.

Then there were the excuses. "I have to study for my Business Management finals," he'd say, or "Family commitments." 

Shubman? A business student? And skipping out on hangouts to study? C'mon! Everyone knew the only things he cared about were cricket and looking ridiculously good in designer suits.

Virat, naturally, was the first to voice what everyone else had been thinking. One cold December afternoon, lounging in his oversized hoodie, he leaned back and dropped the bombshell:

"Boys, I think our man's cracked. Shubman's losing it."

The team erupted in nervous laughter, but there was concern—genuine concern. Was Shubman going off the deep end? He'd been glued to his phone more than usual, talking to someone in hushed tones, and often disappearing with lame excuses. 

Hell, no one even noticed that he almost always had a single Bluetooth earbud tucked into his ear, feeding him some secret commentary.

Who was he talking to?!

Then Virat, being Virat, had an idea. "Let's surprise him at his university!" He grinned, a plan already forming in his head. 

If Shubman wasn't going to come clean, they'd find out themselves. The boys immediately agreed, excited at the thought of catching their teammate in the act—whatever that act was.

A few days later, they rolled up to Shubman's university campus, dressed inconspicuously (if you can call Virat's ripped jeans, leather jacket, and sunglasses indoors inconspicuous). 

They quietly made their way to the library, expecting to catch him pouring over business textbooks or, who knows, having a full conversation with himself.

But what they found was even more baffling. They spotted him entering the fashion department. And who did they see him approach? 

A stunning girl with an effortless elegance—long, dark hair cascading like a perfect waterfall, wearing a chic cropped jacket and jeans that made everything look good.

As if in slow motion, she tossed him the jacket she'd designed herself, a perfect blend of high-fashion and edgy. The boys froze. Shubman Gill—India's cricket sensation, the heartthrob of millions—had a girlfriend. And none of them had known. Since 11th grade.

"She's hot," someone muttered.

Her name? Verena Kallias.

She was stunning, with long, dark hair, that effortless beauty—the kind of girl who could just throw on some lip gloss and look runway-ready.  

But who was she? And how had Shubman managed to keep this bombshell a secret for 6 whole years?

Turns out, Verena was no ordinary girl. She wasn't just gorgeous—she was a total package. A final-year fashion and media student, she was fierce, independent, and had a wicked sense of humour. 

Verena wasn't interested in the media circus, and Shubman was happy to have a piece of his life that was just for him.

And boy, had he been good at keeping secrets. Late-night FaceTimes, pretending to study when he was really stealing moments to chat with her, sneaking off during hangouts to catch up on how her day went—he'd been living this undercover love life, and no one had a clue. 

That Bluetooth AirPod in his ear? Yeah, he wasn't going crazy—he was just on a call with his girlfriend.

The boys were speechless.

Suddenly, everything clicked—the mysterious disappearances, the smiles, the way he'd never been quite alone. 

Shubman had been juggling cricket stardom, academics, and a full-blown relationship with a gorgeous, intelligent woman—and doing it all with his trademark calmness.

Well played.

THE ARTIST AND THE MUSE

( taylrsdaughter )

verena kallias ❆ twenty - one 

insta: verenakallias
priv: reputationbby

SO HIGH SCHOOL taylor swift

shubman gill ❆ twenty - one

insta: shubmangill
priv: daddygill

ONE OF THE GIRLS the weeknd

along with

virat kohli as himself
ishan kishan as himself
anushka sharma as herself
aditi hundia as herself
kl rahul as himself
athiya shetty as herself
rohit sharma as himself
ritika sajdeh as herself
hardik pandya as himself
shreyas iyer as himself
rishabh pant as himself
yashasvi jaiswal as himself
dhruv jurel as himself
riyan parag as himself
shahneel gill as herself

TROPES

secret dating / sun x moon /
reputation x midnights / 
"listen, I'm talking" gf x "I'll listen to you 24/7" bf /
tamil girl x punjabi boy / artist x muse

 (  those eyes add insult to injury / soundtrack!  )

invisible string taylor swift exile taylor swift death by a thousand cuts taylor swift illicit affairs taylor swift come through the weeknd unreleased 34 + 35 ariana grande lover taylor swift juno sabrina carpenter bed chem sabrina carpenter boyfriend ariana grande sakkarakatti hiphop tamizha die for me chase atlantic salvatore lana del rey diet pepsi addison rae i'm yours isabel larosa guilty as sin taylor swift double take dhruv call it what you want taylor swift 

DEDICATION

lovestruckers  zahrasvault starlvciers  
bowledover18   poetslouvre  Gigi140521
Esma_Hiranur_Sultan  usharvii  ogcuphid
IctXkkr gaydarwanda  Vintagestatic and more!

sorry if i left anyone out!
[ also I'll get back to your books soon! ]

DISCLAIMERS

shubman gill and the ict, unfortunately, don't belong to me, but verena does! So please don't steal her from me 😔 [ shub is the loml, so please be kind 🫶 ]

WARNINGS

1. mature themes, strong language, alcohol consumption
2. hate towards my character or readers shall not be tolerated
3. absolutely trash writing

AUTHORS NOTE

1. soup has officially lost her mind and is here with another shubman gill fanfiction, for absolutely no reason. I have my 3rd-semester final exams from December 5th.

2. this book may or may not follow the proper match schedules, let's see

3. all graphics are done by me unless stated otherwise!

4. plagiarism is not allowed. I beg you. please.

5. also please give credit if you guys use my layouting style!

6. i'm so delusional so i'm tagging me as the fmc in every book <3