Sorry for being heree author
A simple story about two normal people.
No rich boy. No billionaire drama. No unrealistic "perfect love."
Just stolen glances, loud streets, shared buildings, and feelings growing quietly between ordinary days.
Welcome to ✨Delhi✨
Dil walon ki Dilli...
where evenings are filled with traffic noises, chai ki smell, random scooter honks, and aunties standing in balconies collecting updates faster than news channels
She is chaos wrapped in soft colours
Talkative. Dramatic. Full of energy.
But only at home.
Around her mother and sisters, she becomes her loudest, happiest self. A true "ghar ki baddie" in her tiny little world ✨
Outside?
A little responsible. A little stubborn. A little too used to handling everyone.
He is a typical Indian boy
Easy-going. Playful. Always outside till 8 p.m. because after that, even azaad parindas have curfew ️
He laughs too easily, talks too casually, and somehow always appears exactly where the chaos is happening.
They live in the same building.
Not some luxury apartment with shiny elevators and rooftop cafés.
Just normal floors.
Shared walls.
Open staircases.
Water motors running in the morning.
Neighbours yelling names from downstairs.
And a terrace full of drying clothes where one careless step can either start a fight... or a conversation ✨
Ground floor.
First floor.
Bas itni si doori.
Between park walks, summer evenings, family weddings, late-night terrace air, stupid arguments, "aap bohot annoying ho," and accidental comfort...
they slowly become part of each other's routine
Not all love stories begin with destiny.
Some begin with shared buildings, noisy roads, and someone waiting near the staircase just a little longer than necessary
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