When Coffee Meets Chai

" 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 black 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞-freak 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢-paglu, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬- "

𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑾𝑨𝑳 , all she ever wanted was a place to call her own.

As the eldest daughter of a loud, loving joint family in Dehradun, she's spent her life putting others first-until one day, this girl who was sunrise in human form-glowing with old Bollywood songs, her jhumkas chiming like temple bells, and her chai always had that extra spoon of sugar to match the drama in her day, dares to put herself first and buys a cozy little house in Delhi. Her dream home. A space without constant knocks on the door, unsolicited advice, or shared cupboards.

Except-plot twist-it's already been sold.

To 𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑽 𝑨𝑯𝑼𝑱𝑨 .

The overly logical, emotionally constipated NRI from New York, the one who cursed mornings but still showed up-clutching a cup of black coffee with zero sugar as bitter as his overactive mind, noise-cancelling headphones on and wearing sarcasm like cologne, has returned not for a vacation-but for a memory, to buy back the house where he grew up, the house that once belonged to his parents, divorced parents. For him, it's not just property-it's a piece of his childhood.

Now what ? Both have legal papers.
Both want the house.
And neither is willing to leave.

So what do they do?
Exactly what any two stubborn people would do- They stay . Together .
Become accidental housemates 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 the Mr.Fraud seller is found.

And then? let's just say-𝑩𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊 , 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆- Because sometimes the wrong house can you to the right 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 .

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