Kabir Varma, an arrogant singer whose addiction to alcohol contributed to the loss of his superstardom status. To make things worse, his financials and personal life too, takes a plunge due to his "lifestyle issues". His old record company agrees to take him back on the pretext that he cleans up his act. Thus, enters Dr. Raina Jaitley, a London based NRI psychiatrist fresh out of school. She is chosen by her boss due to the fact that Raina is oblivious and doesn't care about Kabir's stardom (courtesy of her very Western upbringing). In spite of her young age and inexperience, she compensates them with her determination and sharp wit. Sparks of all kind ensures when both doctor and patient meet for the first time.

After Julie Delgado's restaurant closes, she temporarily takes over the catering position at the Rose Chalet, a full-service San Francisco wedding venue. She plans to dazzle the bride and groom so the Chalet's owner will keep her around, but fate has other plans for her when the bride's brother shows up for the first food tasting. Andrew Kyle is not only the Cuisine Channel's Edgy Eats host and chef, but his recent review of Julie's restaurant was the final nail in its coffin. Once he meets Julie at the Rose Chalet, he's certain she's playing it safe. And he wants nothing more than to be the one to break her guarded passions loose. But despite the undeniable sparks between Julie and Andrew-and the fact that he seems to believe in her when no one else does-can she afford to be taking risks with her cooking, with her career...or with her heart?

❝someone else’s therapist knows all about you.❞ he was insane, he was ruthless, he was relentless... and then he was nothing.

The age-old story: a few chance meetings between a girl and a guy lead to falling in love and living happily ever after. This...is not that story! So what happens when a sweet and simple girl ends up getting tangled up in the completely unglamorous life of Bollywood's hottest actor? Add a few vengeful relatives, random dialoguebaazi, weird words, more exes than our slightly off-his-head Bollywood boy can count, and a whole lot of musical dance numbers into the mix of this crazy 'khayaali pulao' that I'm 'pakao-fying', and you definitely don't get your average celebrity-meets-not-celebrity romance! [entirely fiction; not a fan-fic]