Inspired by her bubbly, heart-on-sleeve energy from Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi and Band Baaja Baaraat.

Meera (a name she used in many early roles) believed in signs. So when a stranger sat across from her on the Kalka-Shimla toy train, holding the same dog-eared copy of Norwegian Wood, she took it as fate.

“You’re a romantic,” he said, not looking up.

“I’m a realist who hopes,” she replied.

They spent the five-hour journey talking about everything except themselves—murabba, monsoon trekking, the tragedy of instant coffee. By the time the misty pines of Shimla appeared, he knew her laugh came in three speeds, and she knew he was leaving for Canada in a week.

At the station, he handed her the book. Inside, he had scribbled: “Chapter 12, page 187. Read it when you miss me.”

She opened it on the return train. His note read: “Realists hope. Romantics act. I’ll be at the Ridge at sunset tomorrow.”

She went.


It would be remiss to write this article without addressing the elephant in the room. Anushka Sharma is a real person—a wife to cricketer Virat Kohli and a mother. How do these romantic fictions respect her privacy?

The community behind the "Anushka Sharma by Romantic Fiction and Stories Collection" has developed a strict ethical code:

Anushka herself has never publicly commented on this niche genre. In interviews, she has said she finds fan interpretations "fascinating" as long as they are born from love. Most writers take this as a quiet green light.

In the grand theatre of Bollywood, few actors have embodied the spirit of contemporary romance quite like Anushka Sharma. But beyond the screen, Anushka Sharma—the actor, producer, and cultural icon—has become a muse for romantic fiction writers and storytellers. This collection celebrates not the biographical woman, but the archetype she inspires: the fierce, vulnerable, modern Indian woman navigating love, ambition, and self-discovery.

The following stories are fictional fragments, woven from the emotional palette Anushka’s characters (and public persona) evoke—courage wrapped in tenderness, wit shadowed by longing, and love that refuses to be neat.