Koramangala Lies

I
 never planned to write a book.
But then again, nobody plans to spend months observing two people navigate the beautiful disaster that is cross-cultural love in modern India. Life just… happens. And sometimes, you’re lucky enough to witness a story too good—and too painfully real—not to write down.
The idea came from watching love collide with tradition in ways that were equal parts inspiring and infuriating. The 4 a.m. confessions that changed everything. The expensive weekend bus rides. The skull cap worn for months as commitment. The auto rides with carefully maintained distance. The facial palsy that tested resolve. The family pressures that felt like love wrapped in control.
Sahil and Jiya are fictional characters. Completely fictional. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental—or excellent pattern recognition on your part.
But here’s the thing: I didn’t have to imagine much. Reality provided more drama than any plot outline ever could. The truth is, some stories write themselves—you just have to be paying attention when they do.
I wrote this for anyone who’s ever loved someone they weren’t “supposed” to love. For anyone navigating the messy intersection of tradition and choice. For anyone who’s discovered that sometimes the biggest obstacles aren’t the differences between two people, but the expectations of everyone around them.
This isn’t a fairy tale. It’s raw, messy, and uncomfortably honest—the way real love tends to be when it collides with reality.
So here it is: a story that may or may not have happened, featuring people who may or may not exist, dealing with problems that are definitely—unfortunately—very real.
Let’s just call it “inspired by true events” and leave the lawyers happy.