It is truly beautiful how pure and compassionate you realise some people are when they open up to you like a book begged to be read.
It is truly beautiful how they are so vulnerable to love when they stop holding it all back.
I have stopped being sorry for being honest.
I have stopped being sorry for not being perfect.
I have stopped being sorry for being sensitive.
I have stopped being sorry for crying when I had every reason to.
I have stopped being sorry for cutting them & their negativity off my life.
I have stopped being sorry for being me.
I am more than my appearance
I am more about my soul.
I am more than my short skirt
I am more about my values.
I am more than my curves
I am more about my confidence.
I am more than my piercings
I am more about my passions.
I am more than my tattoos
I am more about my art.
Mostly, I hate the normalization of abuse. Rudra bodyshames Soumya and has displayed alarming levels of possessive ideology surrounding her after their sham of a marriage. Shakti puts Pinky down constantly, by her own admission, and minimizes anything she has to say. Tej is just a sick fuck and Shivaay is literally the same.
And yet, we have Jhanvi still pining for her asshole husband, Pinky still sticking with her man who has his hairline painted on for fucks sake, Soumya being married to someone who calls her fat all the time and now O Jaana is played when Shivaay does all of that to Annika.
There is nothing romantic about it. Nothing worthy of heart eyes emojis. Nothing that merits any kind of appreciation besides the fact that Nakuul is an amazing actor that has made me hate Shivaay so much.
But it’s implied that one day, this will all be a flashback that Shivaay looks back on with mild regret while some sad version of his theme plays and he approaches his wife with some half-assed apology and she’ll tell him to forget old problems and focus on their future, as if the very foundation of that relationship wasn’t set upon kidnapping and threats.