Delhiromance Stories

Ira talks too much. Ayaan barely speaks. The only thing they have in common is a group therapy session at 7 PM - and the fact that both are hiding something they don't want to admit out loud. Ira Sharma is bold, sarcastic, and dangerously good at pretending she's fine. Underneath her eyeliner and caffeine addiction is a heart that's quietly unraveling - but you'd never know, because she won't let you. Ayaan Mehra is quiet, guarded, and impossible to read. He keeps his hoodie up, headphones in, and feelings locked somewhere no one can reach - not even himself. But his notebook says everything he won't. They weren't supposed to notice each other. They definitely weren't supposed to start texting. And falling for each other? That was never in the plan. Especially when both are one breakdown away from vanishing. But healing isn't linear. And sometimes, love doesn't show up with flowers - sometimes, it's a badly drawn meme, a half-empty chai cup, and someone quietly staying when they could've left.

Delhi rains fall heavy, washing the city in silver and thunder. For Siya Malhotra, the young CEO of Malhotra Enterprises, every storm is a reminder of the night she lost everything - her parents, her peace, and her trust. Strong on the outside, fragile on the inside, Siya fights every day to protect her stepfather's crumbling empire. And then he arrives. Kunal Raghuvanshi - sharp, ruthless, the magnetic CEO of her rival company. For him, business is war, and love is strategy. When a risky merger puts them on the same battlefield, he makes a demand Siya never expected. A contract marriage. But what begins as a cold, calculated deal soon ignites into something neither of them can control. Between heated boardroom arguments and stolen glances in the rain, between witty banter and painful silences, Siya finds herself caught in a dangerous game - one that tests not only her company, but her heart. He wants her commitment. She wants her freedom. And yet, every storm pushes them closer. Will this be a marriage written in contracts... or a love story written in the rains of Delhi?