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1. The Anatomy Of A Masterpiece(And How to Burn It) by spicymooncakes11

   Fandoms: Cricket RPF  

   • Explicit
   • Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con
   • F/M, M/M, Multi
   • Work in Progress

   05 Apr 2026

   Tags

   • Major Character Death
   • Rape/Non-Con
   • Shubman Gill/Abhishek Sharma
   • Ishan Kishan/Original Character(s)
   • Shubman Gill
   • Abhishek Sharma
   • Ishan Kishan
   • Madhavi Singh
   • Yashasvi Jaiswal
   • Tilak Varma
   • Arshdeep Singh
   • Sai Sudarshan
   • pathological people pleaser shubman gill
   • Rivals to Lovers
   • Slow Burn
   • toxic relationships??
   • fashion designer and model shubman
   • artist and photographer abhishek
   • Slut Shaming
   • abusive and toxic ex
   • Abusive Father
   • dead mother - Freeform
   • Implied/Referenced Self-Harm
   • shameless flirting disguised as fighting
   • UAL: Central Saint Martins
   • non-canon compliant
   • self-loathing but make it high fashion
   • Alternate Universe - Fashion & Models
   • Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism
   • Smoking
   • Costume Parties & Masquerades
   • Using sex as a coping mechanism
   • Self-Destruction
   • Fantasizing
   • Daydreaming
   • Will add tags as I go
   • Angst and Hurt/Comfort
   • Eventual Smut
   • Eventual Happy Ending
   • Everyone Needs A Hug
   • mental breakdowns
   • Mental Health Issues
   • high fashion
   • Shubman Wears Makeup
   • wet dreams
   • Rivals With Benefits
   • Fake/Pretend Relationship
   • Mutual Pining
   • Denial of Feelings

   Summary

   "Keep chasing me, then," Shubman whispered, leaning in until he could smell the faint scent of cedarwood and acrylic on Abhishek. "Maybe one day you'll actually catch up."

    

   He swept his materials into his bag, ignoring the way his heart hammered against his ribs. He needed a drink. Or a swim. Or both. Anything to stop the image of Abhishek’s paint-stained fingers from being burned into the back of his eyelids.

   Language:

   English

   Words:

   3,903

   Chapters:

   4/?

   Kudos:

   3

   Hits:

   38