divy_679

Hey, the author is a freaking drunkard, even though I don’t even drink alcohol 
          	
          	And guess what? Yesterday, I injured my ankle while I was with my father because of a freaking dupatta. I couldn’t see the pillar, and since we were walking kinda fast, my ankle slammed into a big-ass thick pillar/rock  I’m so gone that I cried like 30 minutes after I got home. Then after crying for 10–15 minutes, I started watching Friends and blushing while shipping the characters like some old aunt ‍↕️
          	
          	So yeah, long story short, I’m at home today and I’ll post a new chapter, and probably write at least two more for the future too. So please wait for me and trust me, I’m about to give y’all low-key trauma in the next chapter 
          	
          	Dipu is entering her crybaby era right now, but soon she’ll step into her baddie era too… as Ms. Dipu Mehra again ‍
          	
          	Your truly 
          	Divy

ShrutiThakur576

Disgusting story normalising RAPE, Manwhore male lead,weak pathetic female lead with 0 self respect

divy_679

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@ShrutiThakur576 I... umm, I don't think I’ve normalised rape anywhere in the story. If you feel I have, please mention the chapter or the specific part, and I'll explain it better.
            
            And let me clarify something: even the “bastard” ML is against rape, including marital rape. 
            
            The story deals with some harsh realities that existed in the 70s and 80s and, unfortunately, still affect people in some parts of the world today. I’m highlighting these issues as part of the story—I’m not glorifying or supporting them, dear.
            
            You’re absolutely free to dislike the characters or the story, but please don’t confuse depicting something with endorsing it.
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divy_679

Hey, the author is a freaking drunkard, even though I don’t even drink alcohol 
          
          And guess what? Yesterday, I injured my ankle while I was with my father because of a freaking dupatta. I couldn’t see the pillar, and since we were walking kinda fast, my ankle slammed into a big-ass thick pillar/rock  I’m so gone that I cried like 30 minutes after I got home. Then after crying for 10–15 minutes, I started watching Friends and blushing while shipping the characters like some old aunt ‍↕️
          
          So yeah, long story short, I’m at home today and I’ll post a new chapter, and probably write at least two more for the future too. So please wait for me and trust me, I’m about to give y’all low-key trauma in the next chapter 
          
          Dipu is entering her crybaby era right now, but soon she’ll step into her baddie era too… as Ms. Dipu Mehra again ‍
          
          Your truly 
          Divy