#missing my dadi

[wandanatss]

I miss my grandmother so much. I wonder if she would be proud of me or if she would hate the choices I’ve taken. Would she still love me? I hope so. I’m sorry to doubt it.

[zzaphyre]

like something is missing

Woops-

[ad15124]

hello meri jaans

[delicatetaysversion]

like no mujhe shaadi nahi karni but everyone is so clearly happy and emotional and love is in the air and im just standing there like 🧍

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hi S!

Eager to know Jalebi's honest opinion. Is Arnav a classist? His actions and accusations of "gold digging" against Khushi seems to say so. Later on during the 'dadi track' he seems to oppose her evident classism. But is that because now Khushi is his wife?

Hey!

This is an interesting question because there is a yes and a no.

A yes because had Khushi belonged from a higher class, Arnav's treatment of her would have been different. So if a person is treated better because of their class, that's classism.

However, Arnav has absolutely no qualms with people from lower class. When he learns that Akash loves Payal, Arnav's main concern isn't that Payal comes from no money and lower social status, his concern is whether or not Akash is ready for a lifelong commitment and isn't being childish just because he's infatuated. That is Arnav being a really sensible brother.

Arnav actually has no difficulty gelling with Khushi's family. Any problem Arnav faces in Lakshminagar is a direct result of Khushi annoying him. He's, in fact, quite sensitive to Gupta's monetary stretch. He doesn't order Italian food for himself simply because the Guptas don't know fine dining. He actually orders it for everyone - even though he's annoyed the hell out of Khushi because ordering food for just himself at a guest's house is rude.

And let's not forget, Arnav gets annoyed every time Manorama makes a comment on class on either Payal or Khushi.

Dadi track had a lot of missed potential in my opinion. It would have been great for Khushi to point out that Dadi mirrors a lot of Arnav's earlier opinions of her.

To be honest, more than Khushi being his wife it's about the time when Arnav's misgivings about Khushi started fading (around post Janmashtami). I think that's when he figured out Khush is a bit stupid and absurd, but not the gold digger he assumed her to be.

Hence, he's a bit disturbed when he learns that Manorama accused Khushi of robbery (because Anjali is right about Khushi being unjustly treated at Shantivan).

[I've always interpreted Arnav asking Khushi tum theek ho that day for more than just the getting her earring stuck on his jacket - which is also a weird thing to ask if someone is ok after an accessory got stuck, lol]

And then during Dadi era he loves Khushi, so of course he's taking a stand for the woman he loves.

He loves Khushi. He loves her family.

But there is a slight, inherent, classism in Arnav because reality IS that Khushi would have had a lot of things easier for her if she just belonged from a better class (not even his equivalent but just if she spoke English, or came across as upper middle class).

And it is classism that it takes SO much for him to start viewing her nicely. To throw away his prejudice. Her class plays a key role here.

Anjali has to keep justifying Khushi's intentions. Khushi has to prove her kindness and selflessness MULTIPLE times to his family. Arnav has no hesitation to shove money in Khushi's face.

It is classism that he resorts to insulting her class when he wants a shield for his growing attraction.

And Arnav would have thought twice before hurting her because she holds some power. Now power dynamics is a whole different monster in this conversation because not just class but even gender, their careers, Khushi's family and patriarchy play a key role behind the grossly imbalanced power dynamic between Arnav and Khushi.

In short, there is classism because Arnav feels entitled to do his way when he's being ruthless. But also Arnav is completely accepting of people from different classes and he does not think he's amazing because of it.

So a yes, and a no.

Love,

S

P.S: Anjali exhibits privilege in and a very very slight classist nature as well. A person of lower class cannot tell Anjali no. She keeps compelling Khushi multiple times because of this class difference (not just because Khushi is kind).

Anjali is kind and cultured enough to say the right thing but she is not beyond manipulating situations to her benefit. Anjali cares far more for her brother, so she's completely fine subjecting Khushi to continuous interactions with her acrimonious brother, misusing her financial strength against Khushi, having Khushi constantly come over to her home even after her job is over so Khushi has to juggle looking after her parents and tuitions and being Anjali & La's buddy time while her transportation costs are totally not being covered.

Anjali is blind as hell to the fact that Khushi's time is of value as well.

[orenjae]

illicit affairs (s.coups)

pairing : idol!scoups x fem!reader genre : romance, (slight) fluff, idol!au, secretdating!au word count : 3133 author's note : just because dadi cheol won't leave my mind these days...

from: cheol 🍒 meet me outside your dorm.

seungcheol really does know how to surprise you—showing up at this ungodly hour without prior notice. you found yourself in panic as you grabbed his off-white hoodie you borrowed the last time the two of you went out and slipped it on. apparently, your boyfriend didn’t give you much time to spare. after putting your cap and mask on, you carefully tiptoed your way towards the door. 

soon after the elevator doors opened, your eyes easily spotted his figure. he had his back leaned against the wall as he waited for you in silence. seungcheol was all covered up, making him seemingly unrecognizable. but what caught your attention was the parka he was wearing that made you chuckle about how cute he looked. the hood of his coat has these cute small bear ears, making him look like… a bear, obviously.

“cheol…” you called in a low voice. your eyes automatically scanned the whole area to see anything or anyone suspicious around. you could only let out a relieved sigh to assure the two of you are alone.

seungcheol looked up to see you and a smile immediately radiated on his face. his eyes looked tired but despite that, he still managed to give you a smile as he went to give you a hug.

“i missed you.”

you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him back. even his voice seemed so tired. he buried his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. the both of you stayed like that for a good minute or two before he pulled away.

“walk with me?” he asked you with a boyish smile plastered on his face. he extended his hand for you to hold as you took it right away. the two of you began to walk hand in hand towards the nearby park.

“how was your day?”

it was your turn to ask, giving his hand a light squeeze as you took a small glance.

“tiring, as usual,” was the first thing he said. “we’ve been recording the whole day and i feel like i’m about to have a sore throat.”

“aigoo…” you cooed. “didn’t i tell you to drink water before you start recording?”

“but i did, babe.”

you chuckled at his defensive retaliation. he looked really cute pulling that bear seungcheol fashion off. seeing him now after almost two weeks of not seeing each other makes you realize how terribly you missed him. 

the moment you reached the park, the both of you decided to take a seat on the nearest park bench. the air was cold causing you to clasp your hands and rubbed it against each other.

“cold?”

you gave seungcheol a look before nodding. a smirk slowly formed on his face as he reached for your hand, trying to keep it warm for you.

“how’s your rehearsals, by the way?” he started to ask. your meetups with seungcheol has always been like this and even if it seemed repetitious, you just don’t get tired of telling him how your day went and hearing his as well.

“i’m quite catching up on the dance routine we’re practicing compared the last time…” you shared, getting into more details about your life as a trainee.

“i hope you’re not having a hard time.” seungcheol muttered under his breath, looking away. “i heard you’ve been training nonstop these days.”

“from whom you have heard that?” you looked at him suspiciously, squinting your eyes on him causing him to let out a small laugh. was he secretly keeping an eye on you?

“just… you know, i know a lot of people.”

“aish, choi seungcheol,” you hissed, rolling your eyes a bit at him. you reached for the hood of his bear parka and adjusted it to cover his face a bit. only then you realized that he wasn’t wearing a mask. “yah! why aren’t you wearing any mask?!”

seungcheol looked at you with an amused expression on his face. he was trying to suppress his laugh upon seeing your reaction. 

“there’s no one around, y/n-ah.��� 

“but still, we need to be careful. we don’t want to start a fire, do we?” you asked, giving your boyfriend a meaningful look.

seungcheol lightly shook his head, chuckling. in the world that the both of you chose to live in, dating is definitely a struggle. as a matter of fact, it is considered forbidden. but if we’re talking about choi seungcheol, you knew it yourself, you'd always be willing to take the risk. 

“should i walk you back to your dorm?” seungcheol asked after minutes of silently sitting beside you, taking each moment in. a smile slowly crept into your face as you looked at him, nodding your head.

“let’s do that!”

your boyfriend would always do that—walk you back to your dorm every time he makes you sneak out. back then during his trainee days, the both of you would always walk to that same park and just spend time talking about random stuff. after each night, he’d always walk you back to your place. it is undeniable that he became quite busy after his debut. even if the two of you are practically in the same building almost every day, you do see each other a lot but would content yourselves with sneaky glances and casual sunbae-hoobae gestures just so no one would suspect.

silence filled the air as seungcheol walked with you, fingers intertwined with yours inside the pocket of his bear parka. giving his hand a light squeeze, a faint groan escaped your lips as you caught sight of your dorm building. the walk didn’t even take longer and a sudden rush of disappointment took over. it was only times like this when you got to spend some time with him. due to your line of work, the both of you rarely have the time and freedom  to do what usual couples do. 

“aigoo, my baby,” he cooed, cupping your cheeks the moment he noticed your shoulders dropping in disappointment. “are you sad?”

seungcheol made you look at him, his eyes gazing on you through his specs. without hesitations, he pulled you in for a hug.

“you don’t have to worry. we’ll see each other tomorrow.”

your brows instantly furrowed.

“can we? we both have a packed schedule tomorrow…”

he gave you a reassuring smile before pressing his lips on your forehead.

“i’ll make sure to drop by your practice room, alright?” 

“you promise?”

seungcheol nodded, gently pushing you towards the entrance of the building. you pout your lips like a little sulky girl and look at him with sad eyes, causing seungcheol to let out a chuckle at your silliness.

“i promise, alright? stop sulking.”

you let out a sigh this time, causing another chuckle from him. to be honest, you really don’t want to go back yet—clingy as it may sound. you still wanted to spend a little more time with your cheol.

“go inside now, you might catch a cold.”

“aish, alright…”

you started to walk away from him slowly. seungcheol must have noticed the sadness in both your eyes and voice.

“y/n-ah…”

you swiftly turned to look back at him. much to your surprise, seungcheol removed the bear hood of his parka, slightly moving his mask down and pressed his lips into yours for a chaste kiss.

“YAH CHOI SEUNGCHEOL!”

you heard him chuckle softly after he pulled away. he wore his hood again and fully covered half of his face with his mask. you were left dumbfounded—still can’t process what he just did considering the two of you are outside. OUTSIDE. 

that was a brave move, you thought. but even if you wanted to stay amazed by that, fear started creeping into your mind. your eyes automatically roamed its way around the area and even if you didn’t see anyone, you still can’t prevent yourself from being anxious.

you gave your boyfriend a death glare only to receive a cheeky laugh coming from him.

“just pray no one saw what you just did.”

“i don’t think someone caught that?” he replied, looking around, causing you to do the same once more. 

it surely was dangerous for the both of you to be out there at an ungodly hour but then you tried to keep away your anxious thoughts as you breathed it all out.

you gazed into his eyes and let out a small smile.

“i love you.”

seungcheol’s boyish grin appeared on his face as he stared at you, adoration obviously pooling his eyes.

“i love you more, you know that,” he told you, kissing the top of your head. “i’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

you nodded your head as a response, smiling at him.

“be safe on your way back. send me a message when you get home.”

seungcheol, being the silly one that he is, slightly bowed at you before saying a yes politely. he waited for you to get inside the elevator. the moment the lift dinged, you waved him goodbye as he put his arms up and formed a heart before waving back at you.

“Y/N-AH!” 

you almost jumped out your bed the moment you heard sujin’s loud voice erupting from the living area or your dorm. in a matter of seconds, there she was already standing at the edge of your bed with both of her hands on her tiny waist. sujin was holding her phone out to you, directing you to a news article from dispatch.

as much as you don’t want to believe to what your eyes was seeing, yes, it is indeed the dispatch everyone knows about.

that same old fear you felt the other night once again washed your whole system. acting upon reflex, you quickly got into your feet as you snatched sujin’s phone away from her to read the whole article.

oh, no.

your eyes slowly looked at sujin in horror. you could feel the heavy pound of your heart inside your chest as if it was going to pop out any minute now. all you could ever think about was seungcheol—how’s it going to be for him after all this?

both of you are surely doomed.

“i already talked to their manager regarding this matter…” it was all your manager oppa could say after he asked for you to come down to the conference room that afternoon after the news broke out on the internet.

the issue alone pretty much occupied your brain, causing you to lose focus on your schedule. your manager already decided to let you have a day off for that day—with all the stress and anxiety you are currently dealing with.

how can it not cause you total distress when it’s all out on the internet: seventeen’s leader s.coups rumored to be dating a trainee from the same agency. you still haven’t talked to seungcheol about everything that is going on. you couldn’t even think straight since you headed out that morning—trying to avoid all the press. soon after you thought about him, you received a call from seungcheol the first time that day.

“jagiya…”

his voice was surprisingly calm and soothing. perhaps he already knew that you’re close to losing your mind over this mess. you could feel that he’s been worrying about you since the news broke out.

“what should we do now?”

it was all you could ever ask. the fear of the unknown is slowly eating you and it frustrates you every goddamn minute not knowing what to do. but just like what everybody has been telling you, seungcheol came up with the same answer.

“we still have to see.”

you breathed out a huge amount of frustration as you closed your eyes for a good minute. you were on the verge of tears, hands shaking. you were anxious all day and the members have already tried their best to calm you down and keep you away from the news. however, you just can’t help but think about it.

every second that passes, the thought bugs you nonstop. the photo—it was taken during that night. all along you were right. someone was really there keeping an eye on both of you and seungcheol.

“y/n-ah?” your manager called, interrupting your thoughts. “come with me.”

your heart started to race wildly. his voice sounded so serious and you can’t help but feel extremely anxious about what’s going to happen next. you trailer behind your manager as he led the way towards the conference once again.

the moment the door opened, you felt your chest getting heavier each second that passed. your eyes caught sight of seungcheol, sitting beside their manager while at the other side of the table sits the president.

you and seungcheol were finally dismissed from the meeting, leaving the president and both your managers inside the conference room. the moment you exited the room with seungcheol, he immediately reached for your hand and gave it a light comforting squeeze. he looked at you with a reassuring smile. a lot of thoughts were running round your mind after the talk you had with the company’s president amidst the dating rumors. there has been no final decision made yet and that’s what scared you even more.

will they force the both of you to break up? there’s no other reasonable way to solve and neutralize the situation but to ask you to break up with him. either way, you know for sure they’re going to deny the rumors between you and seungcheol. seungcheol is at the peak of his career and there’s no way the management would let anything sabotage that.

“you’re cold, babe…” he spoke, causing you to give him a short glance before sighing. “sorry for the trouble i caused you.”

he put his arms around your body, engulfing you into a tight hug—that is exactly what you needed. 

“stop worrying, love. there’s no way i’m going to let them break us apart,” seungcheol reassured, caressing your hair as he refused to let go hugging you.

thoughts won’t stop circling inside your mind that you almost felt like nothing’s ever going to be able to comfort and calm you down.

“but you know they’re going to do that, right?”

seungcheol assured you with a smile, shaking his head a bit.

“trust me on this. i won’t let them.”

in the midst of the unknown, seungcheol sounded so sure of what he’s saying. there’s something about his smile that brings comfort within you. you trust him with your whole life, that’s for sure. and if he’s going to say that everything’s going to be alright, then so be it.

in your world where you have to weigh and choose between your career and happiness, it surely is hard. the both of you dreamt of this—being an idol. at the same time, the both of you love each other. but the question will always be: what matters more?

“you above all else, y/n. always remember that,” seungcheol caressed your cheek this time, looking directly into your eyes. “i’m really sorry for being so reckless. i should’ve been more careful.”

because of too much disorientation, you weren’t able to come up with a response. you were pretty much absentminded the whole time and the only thing you could ever think of was how you never wanted to end things with seungcheol. you just love him so much that breaking up with him actually felt so illegal. the only thing you could make up at that time was a nod. the both you were aware this was bound to happen. you just didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

“kids,” his manager called both of your attention after walking out of the conference room. you automatically scanned your managers’ faces to see any reaction coming from them but to no avail, their faces were void of any.

no.

“the company decided to confirm the rumors between the two of you…” your manager announced, giving you a comforting smile.

wait, did he just say…

“yah, hyung?” seungcheol, in a complete state of shock, had his eyes widened as he questioned his manager with a knowing look. his manager could only nod with a smile as he fixed his glasses.

both your managers couldn’t believe themselves as well. the president has surprisingly come up with the least expected decision.

“the two of you are lucky, congrats!” your manager told the both of you.

you and seungcheol looked at each other with disbelief with a hint of joy in your eyes. did the president just approve of the two of you?

“but what about the fans?” you started to question. it was obviously one of the most important matters to consider.

“we’ll help you with that in case something goes wrong.” both your managers assured. 

“i still can’t believe…” you uttered, still in a daze. you brought your attention back to your phone, reading the newly released statement from your company.

even seungcheol can’t believe the unexpected turn of events. the two of you were in an empty practice room—just the two of you. the members were happy about the news and congratulated the two of you. the other members of seventeen also extended their greetings towards you and their hyung. 

you and seungcheol agreed to be extra careful

from now on. both your managers strictly told the two of you to avoid meeting outside.

“no matter what happens, i’m not going to leave you.” 

your lips slowly formed into a smile. seungcheol caressed your cheek and stared at your face as if he was memorizing every detail. his face slowly inched towards you, undeniably can’t take his eyes off your lips.

the moment you could feel his lips closely pressing into yours, your eyes automatically shut.

“kids.”

the both of you flinched at the sound of his manager’s voice emerging from the hallway. seungcheol quickly pulled away from you. his manager-hyung looked at the two of you with a mischievous smile plastered on his face, trying his best to suppress his laugh.

both you and seungcheol were red as a tomato. 

“get ready, i’ll take you guys home in a bit.”

he was about to leave the room when he stopped for a second and looked back at the two of you, smirking.

“you can kiss now, by the way.”

“HYUNG!”

and then his manager walked out, giggling. you turned to look at seungcheol, seeing him all red—even his ears. after flashing him a playful smile, you leaned towards seungcheol and gave him a quick peck on his lips before getting onto your feet to get ready

“YAH!” you heard him shout from the hallway after running away from the practice room, leaving him all flustered.

[letters-from-dekarios]

Dearest,

We have arrived safely in Athkatla after an arduous journey. After we reached Candlekeep, there was a terrible storm that delayed our departure by two days. You’ll be quite pleased to know that our Atticus is practicing his reading, just as you instructed him to do. He’s growing into quite the little scholar — just like his father.

Since our arrival yesterday afternoon, my father has been showing off Atticus to all of his colleagues. To think the stone-faced Meisarch of Athkatla could be so thrilled over our little one! He is spoiling Atticus so much that I fear will refuse to leave when it is time to return home to Waterdeep.

While I am pleased to see my father and break bread with my family, being apart from you pains me so. When I awoke alone this morning, I reached for you to find only your absence. This was quickly disrupted by little Atticus scampering into my chamber to jump on the bed.

It is strange to be home, I must admit. It felt as though I took a step back in time into a life that now feels foreign to me. How strange it is to remember the younger version of myself frolicking about at parties, getting drunk on Arabellan dry, and dancing provocatively. When we met at one such party, I never would have imagined the life we share now. What a life we have lived, my darling. Neither mindflayer tadpoles nor a Netherese orb could stand in the way of what was always meant to be.

I must conclude my message, for I am running out of ink. With the final dredges of the inkwell, know that I love you and miss you to the point of utter distraction. When my inkwell is replenished, I shall write you once more. Until then, I am counting the days until we can embrace one another… in ways more than one.

Most Faithfully,

Dulcinea Gohar Selemchant-Dekarios

[Scribbled below in a child’s messy handwriting, spelling errors included: Lov you dady! Aticus]

My sweet love,

I am glad you’ve arrived safely. Please send my sincerest apologies and my warmest regards to your family for not being able to go with you. My heart ached for you as I heard news of the storm, though it is now eased upon reading your correspondence.

It thrills me to know my little Atticus is continuing his studies! Please tell him I am incredibly proud of him, his progress, and his initiative. He has much to learn, but he is catching on quickly. He reminds me all too much of myself when I was his age- let’s just hope he doesn’t conjure his own Tressym in time.

On my behalf, let your father know if he intends to keep Atticus, he will have to fight my mother for him. After your return, she requests we visit her within time. I can only imagine the two of our parents fighting to spoil him more, it gives me a headache just thinking about it.

I share the feeling of loneliness with you. While the quiet of my study has given me much room to think, I can only think of you. It pains me to know how much longer we must be away from one another. I hope the time with your family is spent joyously, though, and you needn’t spend much time worrying about me.

I oftentimes think back to our meeting. Had you told me a few years prior I would have the grandest wife and a spitting image of myself as a family, I would have died. I’d denounce my Goddess a million times over if it meant I could live an infinite amount of lives with you. I would never even think to choose the possibility of power over you. For with you, my power is greater than it could ever be.

Despite our trials, I am almost inclined to thank the beings that put us through them, as they drew us together. Without them, I’m not sure where we would be- and I fear the man I would have become had you not placed me back on your guiding path. With you, I am whole again, and I fear no troubles that I may face as long as you are by my side.

I hope you restore your inkwell soon, my love. Too long without word from you and I may begin to worry. You know it’s never good when I start to get in my own head. I look forward to being with you again, my arms ache to hold you in them. To have you in my embrace is to feel the warmth of a summer sun’s heat. It is a cold winter in Waterdeep without you here, I long for your arrival to melt the snow your absence has brought.

Return home safe, and please tell Atticus how much I adore him and how proud I am of him. I feel he may surpass even me in his skills as he grows older. Faerún save us all.

she would find, upon her return home, that gale had pinned the letter on a bulletin board hanging above his desk in his study. it was in the center of all his other memorabilia, surrounded by other letters and documents from friends and family.

Yours always and forever,

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔

text reads: gale dekarios

[the-slythering-raven]

Tere bina

Fandom: Cricket RPF

Characters: Shubman Gill, Ishan Kishan, Shahneel Gill, Mentions of other Gill family members, Cameo by Rohit Sharma

Genre/Tags: Sickfic, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Indian Cricket Team

Warnings: Descriptions of illness and vomiting

Summary: A delirious Shubman with very high fever calls Ishan when the team is in Delhi for their match against Afghanistan and babbles in punjabi thinking it to be his didi on the line

Notes: Many many thanks to @ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou for encouraging my randomest ideas and also for beta reading, and to @textrovert-01 for helping me with the Punjabi parts, this fic would not have been possible without both of your love 🥰

Enjoy, and please let me know how y’all like it :)

Shubman curled up morosely in the covers. The team had left for Delhi, and Ishan had gone with them, leaving an aching void inside him. Logically he knew that they'll meet again, but at that point he felt like crying.

Reaching his hand out to the adjacent bed, Shubman grabbed the blanket from Ishan’s bed and held it close to his nose, hoping to breathe in the scent of Ishan's perfume, gagging as the scent of the hotel laundry detergent hit his already over sensitive nose. He grabbed onto the bucket kept at the side and dry heaved over it several times, unable to bring up much but strings of saliva, his abdominal muscles crying at the intensity of the heaves. God how he wished Ishan was there. Ishan would have rubbed his aching back in soothing circles and whispered soft reassurances to him just like his Ma used to do when he got sick as a child. His eyes burned with tears as he remembered the warmth. He missed her so much.

After several more minutes of dry heaving, he straightened up as the nausea passed, and fell back onto the bed feeling absolutely drained. He grabbed his phone, seeking to mindlessly scroll through social media for a while, hoping to distract himself.

The edits of Ishan and himself on Instagram only made him miss Ishan more, tears trickling down his eyes as he remembered those moments. He had been so happy during those, blissfully unaware of their pictures being clicked. He cried silently, feeling all alone and lonely in the cold hotel room. He missed everyone so much, his dada, dadi, mumma, papa, didi, Ishan, everyone on the team, but didn't want to worry them any more.

As if on autopilot, he opened his call log and hit the first contact, his Di. The one who had tolerated him crying and whining all afternoon after the one time one of his petty squabbles with Ishan had got too personal and they had both angrily decided “never to talk to each other again”. Of course they had both cried to each other and made up the same evening, but the fact remains that he did so only because Di had told him to, because that's how well she knew him.

*

The sound of his phone ringing woke Ishan from his sleep, and he squinted against the glare of the screen to look carefully at the caller. He winced when he saw it was Shubman who had been calling him, because he knew he had to be feeling really horrible to give up and call him, after being determined to toughen it out by himself.

Heart beating faster than a rabbit, Ishan swiped across the screen to pick the call. He hoped it wasn't anything too bad.

“Hey Didi” Shubh whispered exhaustedly, his Punjabi accent completely unmasked.

Ishan winced. Shubh really had no clue that he had called the wrong person, and seemed way too out of it to even realize.

“Tussi ki kar rahe ho?” (What’re you doing?) Shubh asked in Punjabi. Ishan’s heart broke at the vulnerability in his voice, and he debated whether to let him know that he had called the wrong person. Rohit bhaiya raised a concerned eyebrow from the opposite end of the room they were sharing, and Ishan mouthed the matter to him, looking at him desperately for an answer.

“Didi, ki tussi mere toh naraz ho ke mei tuhanu kal phone ni kitta? Sorry behn mei so gya si.” (Didi? Are you mad at me that I didn’t call you yesterday? I’m so sorry, I’d fallen asleep)

Ishan’s heart shattered at how heartbroken Shubh sounded. He had seen it several times firsthand how emotional Shubh got when he was sick, and how prone he was to overthinking the littlest things. But should he break the news that he had called the wrong person? A head shake from Rohit bhaiya told him “No”, and Ishan agreed. No need to make him panic more than he already is, Ishan reckoned.

"Bilkul ni pagal , mere tere son krke tere to naraz kyo howangi jadke mei hi tenu zyada son layi keha si ?"(Of course not, you idiot, I wouldn't get mad at you for sleeping when I was the one who asked you to sleep more? ) Ishan replied back in Punjabi, trying to replicate Shahneel Di’s way of speaking.

That seemed to satisfy Shuh, who hummed and sniffled on the other side.

“Ki hoyea Subhi? Das menu”(What happened, Shubhi? Tell me.)

“Kuch ni, bs sabdi bohot yaad ari si, khaas karke ma di, ohnanu keho ke meri zyada chinta na karan thik he?” (Nothing… I just miss everyone so much.. Especially Ma.. Tell her not to worry too much about me though, alright?”)

Ishan sighed. He was sure Aunty was worried like anything, and she definitely had reason to worry as well, given how Shubh was so delirious he could not even recognise the fact that he was not actually talking to his Didi..but he did have a point though, Aunty did tend to worry a lot behind her always smiling persona, and she also had problems with her blood pressure, and she'd probably worry herself sick if she knew exactly how terrible her son's condition is.

“Thik he, par tu ohnanu phone zrur kar lai, oho kaafi chinta krde ne.”(Alright. But you make sure to call her, okay? She's been really worried.)

“Oho bohot hi zyada chinta krdi hein, vese oh kr ki rahi hei?”(She worries too much…what's she doing anyway?)

Ishan cursed under his breath. Fuck, what Does aunty do at this time anyway? He had played along all this time, he just hoped this would not give him away.

Remembering something Shubh had told him ages ago about Aunty loving historical documentaries, Ishan answered as casually as he could.

“Oh koi etihasik documentary ja dekh rahi hei…” (Oh you know, watching some kind of historical documentary…) Ishan prayed desperately that Shubh wouldn't ask him to hand it over to Aunty, because then he'd be Screwed with a capital S.

Shubh hummed over the phone, apparently satisfied with the answer. Ishan breathed a sigh of relief, glad his cover had not been blown yet. However he was not sure how much longer he could keep this act up.

Shubman on the other hand, had fallen dangerously silent over the phone, and that worried Ishan. His worry grew tenfold when he heard what seemed like Shubh being sick over the line. Why weren't the nausea medications working, Ishan wondered for the nth time that week.

After a while, Ishan heard Shubh exhale shakily over the phone.

“Haye rabba jo kuj vi ho reha menu kuj acha ni lag reha..” (Oh God I hate this…) Shubh choked out, his voice cracking towards the end.

Ishan sat helplessly with the phone pressed to his ear. It broke his heart to hear his friend cry over the phone, and be unable to help him anyhow. How he wished he could be there by his side, comforting him when he needed it..

Shubman also seemed to reciprocate the same idea, because after a while Ishan heard him brokenly say “Menu Ishaan di vi bohot yaad aari he, kaash oh mere naal hunda” (I wish Ishan was there with me, y'know?..)

A pause. Ishan was starting to reconsider his decision of playing along when Shubh started speaking again.

“Mei onhu bohot yaad kar reha ha, Didi” (I miss him so much, Didi)

“Fer tu onhu phone kyu ni krda? Menu pura yakeen he oh bohot khush howega” (Why don't you call him, then? I'm sure he'd love to hear from you..” Ishan suggested, completely immersed in his character.

“Nahi, Di...bohot der ho gyi he is velle mei osnu pareshan ni krna chahunda. Kal oda match he, Onhu aram di bohot lor he. Jado da mei bimar hoye ha vichara thik naal soye hi nahi, adi raat nu jado mera bukhar vaad janda ta oh thandi pattiya karda, meri pith ragarda, jad mere lai bohot hunda ta oh mera sahara banda. Tohanu pta he di, ohda moda bohot hi sukoon dayak he..”(No, Di…it's late, I can't disturb him.. He has a match tomorrow, he needs to rest.. Poor dude has not slept properly since I got sick, y'know? Kept waking up to put cold cloths over my forehead when my fever got too high in the middle of the night, rubbing my back when I got sick, letting me cry over his shoulder when everything got too much… He has such a nice and comforting shoulder, y'know Di?)

Ishan smiled through the burning of his eyes. Shubh was so adorable when he rambled in Punjabi, completely oblivious of whether the other person was understanding or not. It melted his heart that Shubh had noticed everything, but also made him sad that he was being so hard on himself for that.

“Mei tohanu bohot yaad karda ha, didi. Papa te mummy nu keho menu ohna di bohot yaad aundi he. Par oh zyada pareshan na hon, ohna di tabiyat kharab ho jawegi.” (I miss you so much, Di..Tell papa and ma I miss them too, okay? And ask Ma not to worry so much, she'll get sick)

“Ha thik he. Tu vi hun son di koshish kr. Mei tenu jaldi milan awangi, thik he?” ( I will. Now you try to sleep, okay? I'll meet you soon, alright?” Ishan continued in his best Shahneel Di impression.

“Thik he, bohot sara pyaar tohanu didi..” (Okay.. love you, Didi..)

“Tenu vi bohot sara pyaar Shubhi, hun son di koshish kar thik he?”(Love you too, Shubhi. Now try to get some sleep, alright?)

“Han ji didi” (I will, Didi) Shubh replied, stifling a yawn. He felt absolutely drained, but atleast Di was there, and she didn't seem to mind listening to him.

“Papa te mummy nu vi mere vallo bohot saara pyaar dena, thik he?” (Tell Mumma and Papa I love them too, okay?)

“Han han zrur, chal theek he good night.” (Yeah, yeah, sure. Now goodnight.)

“Goodnight, Di”

Ishan cut the call, feeling a weird mix of drained and comforted. It felt wrong to provide false comfort, but false comfort was also comfort, right?

Rohit bhaiya dragged him to sleep, putting a stop to his spiraling thoughts. “So jao aur sone do,” (Sleep and let me sleep) he muttered sleepily, before turning over and going right back to sleep. Ishan smiled at the childishness that came out of a tired Rohit bhaiya before going back to sleep himself.

*

Meanwhile in a hotel in Chennai, Shubman slept like a log, his heart warm as he recalled memories of the good times with Ishan.

*

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

Harry and Ginny are tired of being scrutinized by the press, so with their brothers they think of something to distract them.

"Merlin fuck!"

Ron Weasley was enjoying a pleasant Saturday morning at his apartment he shared with Hermione, reading the comics section of the Daily Prophet when his kitchen was infiltrated by his next eldest brother apparating into his space unprompted.

"Have you seen this?" George asked, throwing another copy of the Daily Prophet on the counter.

"Obviously not," Ron replied, shaking his own paper, "I was just getting starting reading the Calvin and Goblins comic strip."

"Not that," George said, snatching the paper from Ron's hands, turning it to the front page, "This!"

Ron peered down at the front page of the Daily Prophet, his sisters face staring back at him.

"Ginny Weasley missed two goals at her latest game against the Cannons. Is she pregnant?" Ron spluttered out. "What? Just because Taylor Trentenwhiler finally saves a few goals suddenly my sister is pregnant?"

George shrugged, "Taylor Trentenwhiler is known for saving his viriginity not saving any goals."

"Shut up."

"You know I don't physically know how to."

Ron ignored him and kept reading the article. "Do to the fact that Ginny's famous boyfriend, the Boy-Who-Lived himself, has been out of town on a auror mission for the last month, the question is who is the father. Oh you have to be kidding me!"

George grabbed a piece of bacon off of Ron's plate, "It's getting out of hand at this point isn't it."

Ron nodded, thinking back to the rumor that Ginny had joined a lesbian sex cult last month when she went on a Harpies weekend vacation.

"We need to do something about this," Ron said.

"Do we ask her permission or her forgiveness?" George asked.

"We pray for her forgiveness," Ron said, definitely.

Weasleys Wild Weekend

George and Ronald Weasley were out walking around Diagon Alley in matching T-shirts that on the front said, "The Search for Ginny Weasley's Baby Dady" and on the back probably said something extremelly funny, but before the photographers at the Daily Prophet could get a clear image of the font on the back, Ginny Weasly herself showed up to Diagon Alley cursing her own brothers. Boogers flew around their nose and attacked anyone who got close enough to read the back of their shirt. Is Ginny Weasley mad that her brothers are also insisting she is pregnant even though she isn't, or was this a pregnancy hormonal rage? Us readers will know in about 9 months

[figmentrinzler]

Rules: shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist & post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people

I'd say this is a pretty good sample of me, musically. Jeez. Only really missing Babymetal, Dadi Freyr, Loona, and Coheed to hit all my favorites in one spot...

Tagging @jupiter-balls @mrveils @j-restlessgeek @mitamicah @coupleoffruits @honhonpoutine @tuituipupu @eteisvalssi @yhtvialla and anyone else that wants to do this. No pressure whatsoever.

[li-4wi]

(via "Daddy vibe" Graphic T-Shirt for Sale by LillyWirgok)

I'm happy to say that I've completed the knowledge! Today, we have a new and improved graphic, "Dady vibe." I've made a few changes to this one, including adding a fixed element in the form of a fixed background. In the previous version, the background was missing for most of the items on which the graphic is offered.

I’m so excited to announce the new version of the graphic! It has a fixed background on most items in the store, which we think you'll love. You can also change the colors on most clothing items. Just look for the option when you're selecting what you're interested in. And don't forget, magnets and stickers can have a transparent background.

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[danielfuckingricciardo]

Spotify wrapped fic, number 57 bestie 🧡 x

Hi bestie!! Thanks so much for the request!! ❤️❤️❤️ I think you’ll like this one ☺️☺️☺️ I went for a little twist on the song that I think you’ll appreciate!

57. Think About Things - Dadi Freyr

We are bound together, now and forever // And I will never let you go

Warnings: none, just pure fluff

“It’s a surprise! Don’t mess with the blindfold!” Daniel scolds you as you gently touch the soft red fabric covering your eyes.

“Okay okay, just don’t let me walk into something, or fall over!” You say, reaching out before you to grab your boyfriend’s hands.

Daniel pulls you along slowly, and you shuffle your feet carefully, trying your hardest not to trip or fall in your blinded state.

“I won’t let you fall baby, just a little further, a little further, okay, now sit.” Daniel guides you, and you leg go of his hands to feel for the soft couch behind you.

Content with the fact that your boyfriend was not pranking you, and that the couch was indeed behind you, you throw yourself down into the cushions.

“Okay, now do I get my surprise?” You ask, and Daniel shuffles in beside you on the couch.

“Hold your hands out together, I’m going to give you something, but be very gentle, okay?” Daniel says, and you cup your hands before you, eagerly anticipating your gift.

Daniel reaches into a box beside him to retrieve your gift, and you hear a small mewl as he takes the creature into his hands, shushing it gently, not wanting to ruin the surprise.

He carefully places the animal in your hands and you feel the soft fur of the animal as it slowly moves around.

Daniel removes the blindfold, and you blink a few times to accustom your eyes to the brightness of the room, and then you see it, for the first time, a tiny little black kitten curled up across your palms.

“Do you like him?” Daniel asks, a slightly worried look on his face as his eyes scan you for your response.

“Oh, Daniel, I love him! He’s adorable!” You say, placing the kitten down gently on your lap, allowing him to take a few tentative steps.

You scratch the kitten’s chin gently with your index finger, and he smooshes his head into your touch, encouraging you to continue petting him with a small satisfied meow and a purr.

“You always said you missed having a cat, and now we’re living together and settled I thought it could be something to discuss for the future. But then Max introduced me to this little guy, he found him just in an alley somewhere, we think he was abandoned. He’s really friendly, took to me and Max straight away, but he was a little nervous around Jimmy and Sassy so I said we’d take him.” Daniel says, watching as you play with the kitten which had now begun climbing up your jumper, his claws digging into the chunky knit of the material.

“Oh, how could anyone ever abandon such a sweet little baby? I’m glad Max saved him, and that he’s our little bean now!” You say, scooping the kitten up from your chest and placing him down gently on the sofa between the two of you.

“Maybe that should be his name? Little bean? Just bean for short.” Daniel says, and the kitten mewls in agreement.

“I think he likes it! Bean it is!” You laugh, as the kitten climbs up from the sofa and into Daniel’s lap, curling up in the space between Daniel’s legs.

“Our little bean.” Daniel says, and the kitten begins to purr softly as he gently strokes his ears. “From now on, it’s just the three of us against the world.”

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for lying to my brother to bring our family back together?

I (18M) just got home from boarding school. Before I went home, I went to see my Nani and Dadi and long story short they ended up spilling a big family secret to me. Turns out my brother R (30sM) was adopted. I loved R, he was the best big brother ever, but when I was younger and had first gone to boarding school, he came to see me and told me that he loved me but that he had to go and made me promise never to ask why he left. I begged him to stay, but he refused.

I learned from Nani and Dadi that R had fallen in love with a girl from Chandni Chowk that I will call A, and that caused a huge fallout between him and our father where some harsh and terrible things were said because my father has an ego the size of Delhi. R was supposed to marry his best friend N (30sF), and my father could never forgive him for refusing to follow the family tradition of the father picking the daughter-in-law.

So anyway, after learning all this, I learned that R had gone to London with A and her family and I came up with a mission: I was going to bring R home. My mother has never been the same, Nani and Dadi miss him every day, and even though my father is stubborn as a mule, I know he regrets what he said to R.

So I went to London under the guise of getting my MBA because that’s family tradition as well, and turns out that the university I’m going to is also the university where A’s little sister P (18F) goes! She didn’t recognize me at first, which was good because I didn’t want R to recognize me yet either. So after I teased P a little, I let her in on my plan and she promised to help me because A is absolutely miserable outside of India. So P got R to let me crash at their house for a bit, and I lied and used a fake name, our father’s name, to try and gauge his reaction. R let me stay and P and I schemed behind his back and I even got A to talk to my mom without letting either know who they really are and they cried a lot and talked about how much they regretted that they couldn’t have relationships with their own mother/daughter-in-law.

Eventually, R and A’s son K had a performance at school with his classmates and P and I helped scheme a little to change the song from Do Re Mi to the Indian National Anthem in order to cheer A up. A was so happy and cried her eyes out afterwards, and then K shared a piece of advice I gave him with his father.

The thing is, R had given that exact same piece of advice to me. R recognized it instantly, and then he recognized me instantly.

After a lot of hugging and crying, R asked me if I got on the Cricket team like I promised him (I did, I was their top Batsman and hit a game-winning Six at the end of my last match) and then we hugged and cried some more. He begged me to go home, said that it was enough that he knew I was doing so well, but I begged him to come home. Everyone misses him. He refused, so P and I came up with another plan to get my dad and brother to talk. I tricked dad into thinking that I was with a girl, and he flew in to “surprise” me. I asked him to meet me at the mall, and mom’s always had a sixth sense for when R’s around. She just feels it. But before she found find him, my father did and he got upset at me, but after a loud and long argument I managed to get him to admit, at least to himself, that he loved R.

Then… then Dadi died. I still miss her so much. Her last wish was to have R help put her to rest, and thank god he did. I begged him to come home, to see Mom so she could have strength to live the rest of her life because she wanted nothing more than to see R again. Honestly, it didn’t even matter that R was adopted. He always used to joke that she loved him more than me, and I see how broken she’s become without him. He accepted because mom never once wronged him, and we used that to get him to see and talk to dad.

When we found him, he was crying in front of the picture of R and me that he keeps in the house, and the old bastard finally admitted that he regretted what he said and R said he regretted never calling back and they cried and hugged and R finally came home and my family was finally back together.

But now my dad and R keep teasing me about how convoluted my plan was to bring them back together. Personally I think that nothing less convoluted would have worked because R was so hurt and my father is the stubbornest man in India, but now I’m thinking… was I really TA for lying to my brother about my name and not just telling him it was me in the first place? He really missed me and was worried about me and I let him be worried for longer for no reason.

So, AITA?

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hello dear. Hope you are well. I am not sure how best to articulate my thoughts but here we go. It's very very long but you inspired me today. You've been a beacon of change in questioning and challenging ITV. I wanted to quip in. Hope you don't mind. Arnav anger is often excused as coming from trauma and his 'grey/anti-hero' character is often glamorized. He is without a doubt compelling and attractive. Plus, he has his strengths such as honesty and forthrightness.

Ok, so this is a LONG question with a lot of your own analysis and I wouldn't touch that at all cause analyzing is a beautiful thing and I wouldn't want to add/remove from your lovely analysis. I'll just be adding some of my thoughts here and there :D

(rest of the ask below)

His greyness amplifies a lot of the hypermasculine stereotypical traits such as aggression, strength, power etc. In the narrative like in Kabir Singh this makes us discount the wrongs when perhaps his treatment of Khushi in many ways in similar. Rather we swoon over his charm when in reality most 'charming' men have similar shades and unfortunately, never change. The sense of entitlement and the joy of wielding power over others is observed in abusive men.

Tbh though, Arnav doesn't have any charm. Shyam has all the charm in the world and that's interesting considering he's a villain.

Often we excuse this behavior by comparing them to worse portrayals when again abuse usually escalates with time. For example, at least Arnav didn't violate Khushi's consent. How different were Shyam and Arnav? Weren't they both ultimately two sides of the same coin? Isn't this afterall a way to build tolerance towards worse behavior? Shyam is the 'bad' guy because he plans things deliberately, but aren't Arnav's actions also not something he is accountable for?

Fun fact, Arnav and Shyam were written to mirror each other in multiple situations. It was very intentional of the creators to draw a thin line between the anti-hero and villain and to be honest, at one point we all simply believed Arnav is the hero of the story only because he is Khushi's choice.

I wish Arnav's actions were far more accountable for - hence the guesthouse and resignation scenes are some of my favorites.

We don't talk much about Arnav and Anjali here. They are incredibly close, but the co-dependency is discernible. He is obligated to her for being the 'mother' but she is his first and Khushi the second. It does perhaps from trauma but Anjali has a lot of control over Arnav and he is guilt-ridden if she is hurt. We blame Khushi for her mistakes but do we ever consider that it is her desparation to receive unconditional love which is missing.

Arnav and Anjali have developed codependency over their trauma -which is what Shyam exploits.

Coming to Khushi, she is often criticized for her world revolving around Arnav, being infantilized, that she should 'stand up' etc. However, it's not a new fact that abusive relationships can be incredibly difficult to leave and can have a huge physical and emptional impact on a person's self-esteem. Is this not victim blaming? We also dismiss the impact Arnav's family has on Khushi. Anjali,Akash,Dadi -all had a role to play as their support was conditional or inadequate.

Hmm interesting. To share my opinion and take on this - my gripe with Khushi rarely comes from considering her and Arnav as real people and assessing their relationship as such. My gripe is with the writing in the show coming to Khushi. Khushi recessing to childlike behavior is a signal of trauma that @honeybellexox had once brilliantly discussed.

But the show is not portraying the delicate pained layers of emotions you described. The rest of the family is left out to hype TRP forced romance or family politics (not plot) and Khushi's weight of being in an abusive relationship is seriously traded for terrible writing which things suicide is funny, pissing off an abusive husband is hilarious.

We do not SEE Khushi's behavior as a response to a terrible marriage. We are made to see this is how Khushi is 'one upping' against Arnav by irritating him the way she poured juice in his shoes. And wow how intelligent.

There's no depth, no gravity, nothing in Khushi. She becomes hollow - not because of the pain you aptly put above - but due to a very Star Plus enforced 'bahu' trope.

Victim blaming would be wondering why Khushi didn't shove Shyam off the terrace scene and froze when Shyam hugged her - no, any reaction she had at that point is absolutely justified!

But wondering why Khushi acts around Arnav post revelation that she is having an affair of Shyam instead of providing facts or actual reasonings is a flaw in the show. Why? Because the intention of the show at that point was to ensure that Arnav's misunderstanding does not break and he is 'justified' in the audience's eye to mistreat Khushi. Now that is a problem.

The complication of Payal being married into the same family, lack of societal, financial and family support almost meant that Khushi had no choice but to humor situations and find happiness in meaningless trivalities. He child-like behavior and adherence to patriarchal traditions/rituals was her only resort to be accepted. That is so ingrained in her mind, that any attempt to tilt the balance might cause her more problems. Perhaps Khushi's character arc was realistic.

I absolutely wish the show showed the nuance you are writing. Her dancing to Nani for Holi was beautiful - it conveys everything you're saying. Her force-feeding Arnav mid meeting, forbidding anyone to give him food, then eating up food that can feed upto five people and still tasting the food before she gives him to eat is... ridiculous and demeaning as a character.

I do disagree with you on Khushi's arc because her arc, after a moment, is stunted to serve Arnav as a character. An excellent character that displays everything you wrote is Gauri from Ishqbaaz. They lend her the grace and gravity that one can only dream of in Khushi.

(I'll show it to you!!! You'll absolutely love it - it's a solid recommend from @aye-masakalii)

It wasn't the lack of strength or that she had certain traits. Her reality and worth had been controlled, toyed with and manipulated that she no longer could see things clearly which made her sink deeper into the marriage. Should the IPK writers be criticized for mirroring the reality many women still live in or is it an eye-opener which makes us very uncomfortable in acknowleding the sad reality that many women meet the same fate?

Our innate optimism makes us favor the idealized world that Arnav and Khushi were a fairytale. Perhaps they do end up being together but is that the only yardstick to measure marriage? More questions than answers, but isn't is critical to shift the repsonisbility towards Arnav rather than victim-blame Khushi? Love, RDX

I loved your analysis, and if the writing hadn't been so flat and actually conveyed everything you wrote - I would've never wanted Arnav and Khushi together.

Lol, maybe that's why my edits and fanfics exist.

Arnav needed to be held more accountable and Khushi needed to be written further as an independent character - these are perhaps some of my main grievances against the show only because they proved they could do it.

Best,

Soapy

[coffeewanderer]

Unresolved.... Mere Humsafar

Mere Humsafar is a Pakistani drama starring Farhan Saeed and Hania Aamir in lead roles. One of the popular dramas of 2022, the story revolved around Hala and the changes Hamza brings to her life. Despite Shahjahan's toxicity, Hamza's care for Hala, the amazing chemistry of the leads and Dadi brought the drama a massive recognition.

Now, the 40 episodes felt lengthy and there were times when Hamza definitely disappointed the audience, cause let's face it- people were there for Hamza.

One important point the story missed is Hamza's reaction to Shahjahan's abuse. I mean, wouldn't it be a trauma to any person to see their mother, who has always sacrificed her happiness for her child, who withstood abuse from her husband to inturn abuse someone. Without a doubt, Shahjahan was an excellent mother to Hamza (atleast till a certain point) and looking at one's mother as a person who brought pain to someone else is extremely hard. And, this brings the issue of Shahjahan using tablets to terminate Hala's pregnancy. This was a track that was left unresolved.

Second, Hala's insecurities run deep. While, Hamza has tried to give Hala the reassurance she needed, her lack of trust to confide in Hamza definitely put the audience off. While, there were some powerful moments, Hala unfortunately didnot have the character development she deserved. Hala seeking therapy, taking steps to be independent.... this was what I as an audience would have loved to see.

I do definitely think, Hala's unresolved issues and her doormat behaviour are huge red flags as a mother. The abandonment issues run deep and as such in real life Hala would be an overprotective mother, who may do more harm than good to her daughter.

Hania Aamir as Hala was nice to see, her body language was great and I think, Hania needs good directors and she needs to experiment with roles. Too much crying as Hala was definitely a negative, but that was the script. And any day, it's Hala over Maheer for me.

Sameen was a breath of fresh air. Here, the story highlights the difference education and parental support makes in a girl's life. In a way, Sameen was betrayed by the people closest to her, but her education gave her the confidence to look ahead in life. She made tough decisions and she could stand by them.

Overall, my rant is that it would have been better for Hala to seek help and to rebuild her life, acheiving her dreams instead of being a Cindrella. That, would have definitely ensured greater success to the drama, with audience being more satisfied. What's your take on the drama?

[honeybellexox]

IPK Character MBTI Typings

(So this has been in my notes for ages, I literally typed all this on my phone and I’m very sorry if it seems rushed, nonsensical or grammatically incorrect but just wanted to share this!)

Shyam Manohar Jha - INFJ 4w3

A very dark INFJ, think Scar from the Lion King or even Hans from Frozen, he’s very manipulative and persuasive. A trait that probably furthered his career as a lawyer, His Dominant Introverted Intuition function (NI) presents itself through his goal oriented mindset, he’s able to visualise what he wants and effectively plan to obtain his goal (very tunnel visioned at times…Khushi must be his, the Raizada wealth must be his etc). He is also very intuitive when it comes to the people around him, he’s one of the one who senses the tension between Khushi and Arnav, he’s the one who questions the legitimacy of their elopement, he also the one who intuitively picks up on Garima’s secret when he senses her nervousness around Dadi. His Extroverted Feeling (Fe) aids his manipulative tendencies; he’s a chameleon who can play the hero, he knows what people want to hear and can easily switch on the nice guy persona. He is very liked and respected by everyone around him; he easily charms Buaji and the rest of the Gupta family (note: Shashi being a good INFJ is the only one to see through his act, they both share the same MBTI type but Shyam is the evil manifestation). It’s his Fe that allows him to further manipulate Arnav when it’s revealed that he’s been involved with Khushi, easily twisting the truth and narrative (which he similarly does during the big reveal, weaponising th truth when all the evidence was pointing in his direction). His tertiary function Introverted thinking (Ti) shows in his meticulous detailed planning, such as stalking Khushi, getting rid of the threats of Shashi, kidnapping Arnav, planting cameras around the house, manipulating Anjali and murdering his own child (I’m sure I’ve missed a great deal of schemes!) however, as Ti isn’t Shyam’s dominant function, a lot of these plans are rather clumsy, ill thought out at times and tend to backfire (for instance, all the times he attempted to murder Anjali) . His inferior Extroverted sensing, is his hedonism, his physical attraction to Khushi, his love for luxury are his doom. When under pressure, he acts incredibly impulsively and this is what lead to his final downfall, when he eventually snaps and reveals his true nature.

Anjali Jha- ENFJ 2w1

Anjali is the kindest person in the Raizada clan (and perhaps the kindest character in the show), the most warm hearted and welcoming, she cares deeply for others emotions and is very accommodating. Other peoples emotions effect her greatly and she does everything to keep the unity within the family, if Arnav is the anchor of the family, Anjali is the heart, she’s also very emotive and animated when communicating. (Extroverted Feeling, Fe). Anjali isn’t credited for her intuitive abilities but she notices the potential relationship budding between Arnav and Khushi, and on many occasions she displays a deep insight of the emotional plight of the people around her (particularly Arnav’s moods) ; the scene she rightly calls out Arnav for sending Khushi to the guesthouse comes to mind “I can see you’ve placed your rude Arnav Singh Raizada mask on, to incite fear, however I can see my chote behind this mask’’ (Fe-NI) . Anjali is is very superstitious, overanalysing every potential omen such as when her mangalsutra breaks, she has a tendency to become obsessive over such things and negative future implications (Intorverted Intuition, Ni) Her attachment to her vision of Shyam blinds her, he’s so greatly infused into her future and dreams she cannot separate her personal vision from the truth. Anjali ultimately is a character who can see great potential around everyone around her, she sees potential in Khushi from the first time they meet (hence why she’s drawn to her…she sees that Khushi can help Lavanya and then later the potential between Khushi and Arnav’s love), she believes so deeply in the people around them and what they can grow into (Ni). Anjali believes in symbolism, a higher power and the ‘magic of life’ (viewing life through rose-coloured glasses) and she has a strong humanitarian streak as she’s shown always giving to charity, exercising kindness to the less fortunate, holding religious ceremonies and later running an N.G.O (Ni).Although, she’s has a loves celebrations and mischief, Anjali can have trouble noticing changes in her physical environment, she also struggles with standing her ground and can occasionally act recklessly, as seen when she begins secretly seeing Shyam and letting him into the home (Extroverted Sensing). Lastly, Anjali is shown to favour her emotions over facts/logic, she ignores all of Shyam’s inconsistencies and red flags and doesn’t piece his deception together, she was too quick to believe his words. She’stoo heart over head. (inferior Introverted Thinking).

NK - ESFP - 7w6

NK is very present, very alert and in the moment! He’s spontaneous, fun and full of life. He’s very energetic and engaged, especially physically. He notices subtle details in his surroundings like for instance when he is the first to point out that Shyam wears an unusual pendent around his neck, which prompts suspicions, he has no qualms actively involving himself in Khushi’s plan, even if that means snooping around in Shyam’s room. NK intense energy and childlike love for life is easily felt(Extroverted Sensing). NK doesn’t hold a grudge against Khushi after her marriage to Arnav and instead helps her in her investigation, he is a very kind and compassionate individual who again doesn’t need to verbalise his love but shows it through his actions. It’s also noteworthy, than NK has never expressly told Khushi that he likes her more than a friend or show his pain at her elopement, instead keeping his emotions private and guarding his pain, he quietly leaves (Introverted feeling) . He and Khushi work well together, both implementing and contributing to plans when the other struggles during the kidnap track (extroverted thinking …both NK and Khushi have this as their 3rd function and is something they struggle with individually), both NK and Khushi aren’t comfortable with leading and appreciate thinks being blatantly clear. And lastly, NK struggles with his intuition as he relies more on his external physical surroundings for information, however his intuition does flare up when he feels that Khushi is hiding the full extent of her dealings with Shyam during the kidnapping track however doesn’t follow up with the hunch, until it’s blatantly clear what Shyam feels for Khushi, that’s when he properly questions her (Inferior introverted intuition).

Payal Gupta/ Raizada- ISFJ - 6w7

Payal is very traditional, very dutiful and introverted. She has a down to earth quality and easy going nature (note: Arnav also has Si as is dominant function and both he and Payal do have a similar quality, both practical and rather chill..) She is keenly aware of her responsibilities and the expectations of her family. She has a hard time trusting Arnav at first and is hesitant to marry Akash due to the past history. She’s also shown finding it more difficult to assimilate into the Raizada family (compared to Khushi who is more adaptable), she’s uncomfortable at Arnav’s party before Khushi turns it desi, and after marriage is shown multiple times struggling with the change and feeling out of place (Introverted Sensing). Payal is very kind, friendly and compassionate, she is understanding of other people’s pain and forgives easily, her empathy is shown many times in the show, one occasion being the play; she sabotages the talent show so a contestant who needs the prize money could win, she also makes many efforts to appease Akash by trying to change herself for him, in order to fit in and connect more to his lifestyle (Extroverted feeling), it just doesn’t come as naturally to Payal as it does with Khushi because Payal has a more rooted and fixed personality (Introverted Sensing again). Payal is shown to be intelligent and intuitive in many occasions but unfortunately the show doesn’t give Payal much character development or moments to shine, but her initial distrust for Shyam shows evidence of both her last two weaker function also we can see that Payal thrive in the systems that have been pre-established, she understands ‘the rules’ and has no problems living within them. (Introverted thinking ). Payal is more susceptible to introversion, she’s hesitant to leave her comfort zone and struggles to adapt to her new lifestyle (after her marriage) living lavishly is a contradiction to Payal’s reserved nature. (Inferior Extroverted intuition).

Akash Raizada - INFP 2w3

Akash shows strong evidence of Introverted feeling (Fi) , he is polite, soft spoken and kind to the people around him but is also shown to follow his heart, he marries Payal against his mother’s wishes as he fiercely defending his love, Akash also has a rebellious as shown when he secretly meets her on NYE. Akash never influences anyone emotionally, he maintains a quiet respect towards peoples views and feelings for example when he drops Khushi home, he never once judges her for expressing her dislike towards Arnav, instead he simply listens and offers gentle compassion. Negatively, his Fi shows after his marriage, he doesn’t really help accommodate Payal well to his lifestyle and is shown to be self centred at times, for example when Payal is panicked regarding a high end party and worried about the dress code/fitting in (Payal’s Fe), instead of helping her with the dresses; Akash leaves her to her own accord simply stating that she’ll be the best looking regardless of what she wears (his Fi) …this shows that Akash independent and values individualism over fitting in at the expense of Payal’s comfort. His extroverted intuition (Ne) is expressed in his language, he’s very passive and communicates very openly in contrast to someone like Arnav who communicates in commands (Te). He’s very helpful and offers alternative insights, he doesn’t oppose Khushi and can easily see both sides of the coins (A&K). He can easily offer an alternative perspective and offers insightful advice. His friendship with Bubbly also highlights his Ne. Akash’s third function Introverted sensing (Si) is shown in his work ethic and his disconnection to the environment (as it’s a weaker function), he can come across as complacent at times. Akash’s weakest function is Extroverted Thinking (Te), which is why he admires his brother so much (who expresses a very strong Te) he admires Arnav’s leadership skills, efficiency and logic. Akash himself lacks strong leadership skills and finds it difficult to voice commands, he is eager to learn from his brother and blindly follows orders like when Arnav gets Akash to sign the divorce papers, Khushi is disturbed that Akash wouldn’t question his brother ..Akash’s reply is why would he? He respects that his brother values facts and logic over anything, which is a notion he also respects.

Lavanya Kashyap- ESFP 3w4

Lavanya is all about fashion, fun and love! She lives in the present, everything is about the here and now. She loves living lavishly and has a keen sense of her environment, she’s very observant (she refers to Khushi as ‘chamkili’ which is because Khushi visibly wears sparkly clothes) She like NK has intensity, an intensity for living life to the fullest. She loves to party, is diligent and her has strong ambitions that she works for. She’s very good at engaging and motivating Khushi; Khushi experiences so many new things due to La’s pushing (she gets Khushi dressed up, they go to a party etc), La’s not a passive friend, she tries to actively engage Khushi in everything she does (Extrovert sensing, Se). Lavanya is fuelled by her own emotions, she’s not influenced by the outside world and traditions, she’s very happy in having a live in relationship with Arnav despite it being a social taboo. All of La’s attempts in ‘fitting in’ and impressing Nani are because of her love for Arnav, that’s the sole reason and motivator…she’s not genuinely wanting to change (although, later her fondness for Khushi makes the process more enjoyable, and is why she keeps some of the changes not because she cares for society). Once she learns that Arnav loves Khushi, she leaves amicably, she doesn’t blame anyone for their feelings. Instead, she leaves in a dignified manner. Her loyalty to her friendship with Khushi is still strong but her Fi does not allow her to unfairly judge anyone, she feels it’s fair and right to leave without much commotion (Introverted feeling). La has no problem calling people, she’s blunt and straightforward, can easily take up a leadership position. She likes things to be straightforward and clear, and sometimes can be too harsh when under stress (Extroverted thinking, Te) . Her last function is Introverted intuition (Ni), she’s not naturally a deep, philosophical thinker…nor does she think obsess over her future much, as shown when Khushi stresses the importance of marriage and La freaks out because she never thought of the future implications, it also takes her while to sense the bond between Arnav and Khushi (Ni).

Edit : Shashi is also an INFJ but a good version.

I think Dadi is an ISTJ but with a matured and developed feeling function.

Manorama - ESTP/ESFP

Garima - ISFJ / ISFP

Buaji - ESFJ