⤹⤹ I LOVE YOU, I'M SORRY !!

shubman gill && ira deus

a work by soup!

𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 | 𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

You were the best, but you were the worst
As sick as it sounds, I loved you first

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇

Ira Deus knew that pain all too well. She was just 14 when she met Shubman Gill. Two kids, strangers on the first day of 9th grade, but instantly clicked—easy laughs, shared lunches, and late-night texting. 

For Ira, what started as a friendship quickly spiralled into something deeper. By the time they hit 10th grade, she was falling fast.

She tried to keep it cool—he was her best friend, after all. But by 12th grade, she couldn't hold it in anymore. So, on one starry night, with a trembling voice and heart pounding in her chest, she finally confessed.

It didn't go as planned. Shubman, as sweet as he was, told her he wasn't ready for anything more than friendship. He had a single-minded focus on his career, aspiring to be one of India's greatest cricket players, and didn't want "distractions." 

Ouch. 

But she respected it. Hell, she admired his dedication. 

Yet, the feelings? They didn't just fade away. No, feelings are the biggest a-holes. They stick around, dig their claws in deep, and refuse to leave.

Even as Shubman started travelling more for cricket, and Ira moved away to study music, her heart remained tethered to him. Sure, distance and time had shifted their lives, but it hadn't shifted her emotions. 

No guy could ever measure up to Shubman in her eyes. That's when the songwriting started—venting out her unrequited love through lyrics that eventually made her a star.

Her music was raw, a mixture of heartbreak and hope, echoing her own internal battle. It resonated with people, earning her a reputation as one of the most authentic voices in pop music. 

Soon, Ira wasn't just any girl—she was a sensation, opening for Olivia Rodrigo's Guts tour, her face on magazine covers, her songs climbing the charts.

Meanwhile, Shubman was becoming the face of Indian cricket, his career skyrocketing as he made waves both nationally and internationally. Of course, he kept tabs on Ira. How could he not? He knew about her songs, her fame. 

Proud? Oh, definitely. And what Ira didn't know was that, back when she confessed her feelings, he had liked her. More than he let on. 

He wanted to kiss her right then and there but had held back. His parents had drummed it into his head: no distractions. Focus. Cricket first, everything else later.

But the more he listened to her music, the more familiar certain lyrics felt. He could hear pieces of their past woven into her songs, but he couldn't quite connect the dots. Not yet.

Then, fate stepped in. It was one of those wild coincidences. Ishan Kishan, his teammate and friend, dragged him to one of Olivia's concerts, insisting she was "queen level" and that Shubman had to see her live. Begrudgingly, he went.

The concert was electric, but when Ira walked out on stage in a jaw-dropping outfit—a black leather corset, fitted to perfection, paired with high-waisted ripped jeans and knee-high boots—Shubman's heart just about stopped. 

Her wild curls were free, and she was glowing under the stage lights. She owned that stage, and when she opened her mouth to sing, it was like no one else existed in the world.

After the show, they bumped into each other—literally, as he was trying to leave the VIP section. A casual conversation turned into hanging out, and soon enough, the tabloids were all over it. 

The two of them together? A dream come true for the paparazzi. 

Ira, the rising music star, and Shubman, the cricket golden boy. They didn't mind the attention—hell, it was kind of fun. 

The chemistry between them was undeniable, but still, neither said anything about the elephant in the room.

Then one fateful day, Ishan was goofing off online and stumbled upon a website fan page.

It was a deep dive into all of Ira's songs. The site connected the lyrics to real-life events, and it didn't take long for Shubman to realize—every single song was about him.

And he still had a chance.

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I LOVE YOU, I'M SORRY!

A UNREQUIETED LOVE STORY!

TROPES.ᐟ

1989 TV  x midnights / hopeless romantics/ acquaintances/ meant to be / soulmates/ friends to acquaintances to lovers/ midnight gf x sunshine bf /  golden retriever bf x black cat gf/
romantic comedy/ sports romance/ love at first sight/ sun bf x moon gf/ second chances

AND MORE!

WARNINGS.ᐟ

swearing /my stupid writing / slow updates / idiotic characters / sexual content/consumption of alcohol / a young broke author coming up with the most unbelievable ideas and plots and writing them cause she has no chance of even getting a guy.

PLEASE DON'T..

plagiarise any of my works or another person's books.
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soup rants!

hello, and yes, this is the 23rd book and this is a special present for our birthday boy!

I know I say this in every book I start, that I'll try to control myself from making drafts, but, no, im not able to control it. the more songs I listen to, the more Pinterest I scroll through, and the more books I wanna write.

so here we are again. [ soup aka I have officially lost it ]

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- yours truly, supraja