"She called him Devta (Lord)...Indeed, he was-but of sin."- Dharamveer Bharti, 1949 🖇  
 
ꗃ Writing a man who sees feminism as basic decency and stands against a misogynistic 1900s world, and a woman raised by patriarchy who never mistook it as care. 

ꗃ I do not romanticize toxicity in any form-whether it's a husband choking his wife in anger, splashing cold water on her in frustration, forcing her in any way, treating her as an object to own, every aspect of her life, or confining her like a prisoner.


ꗃ Writing a man who gets vulnerable in her warming love and cries in curve of her neck and writing about shy glances, breathless even without kissing, kissing scars, trembling eyelashes, gazal, chai, cotton saree, gajra, glass bangles, shawl, passionate touches, heart wrenching reminders, brutal honesty, ugly perspectives, comforting convo, carrying traces of each other, handling panic attacks, nightmares and kaafi kuch!

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