The author, Varshita Khullar, works in a bank, where she professionally deals with numbers, logic, and the comforting illusion that life is structured.
Outside of office hours, she immediately abandons all of that and writes emotionally unstable rom-coms where nobody communicates properly and everyone has commitment issues - so basically, realism.
By day, she is trusted with financial accuracy. By night, she is emotionally attached to fictional men who would definitely not pass a basic risk assessment.
It's a balanced portfolio of stability and poor decisions.
She entered banking for a "safe and respectable career" and somehow still ended up emotionally invested in imaginary people who cannot text back correctly. Clearly, the safety plan worked beautifully.
Writing started as a hobby and quickly escalated into a full-blown personality trait. Now she explains it professionally as "creative expression," but internally she knows it is just overthinking with better formatting.
She believes spreadsheets and storytelling are similar - both require structure, patience, and the ability to cry silently when things don't add up.
The only difference is one gets approved by management, and the other gets approved by readers.