In romantic and intimate relationships, especially for ambitious and independent women, allowing oneself to embrace femininity and receive care from a partner is not a sign of weakness—it’s an expression of trust, vulnerability, and deep emotional connection.
Ambitious women often take pride in their ability to handle things on their own, from career success to personal growth and financial independence. However, in a loving partnership, allowing your partner to take care of you in small and meaningful ways—whether that’s opening a door, planning a surprise, or simply holding space for your emotions—creates balance. It nurtures intimacy by letting them feel needed and valued.
For many people, acts of service are a love language. When we always insist on doing everything ourselves, we may unknowingly deny our partner opportunities to express their love in the ways that feel natural to them. Love is not just about grand gestures; it’s about the small moments of support and care that remind us we are not alone. Letting your partner do things for you isn’t about giving up your independence—it’s about deepening your connection by allowing them to contribute to your happiness, just as you do for them.
A strong woman can carry the weight of the world, but in a romantic partnership, she shouldn’t have to. Letting someone love you through their actions is an act of love in itself.
Note: I watched the kidnapping track where they're just so desperate for each other hence this is the end result. And a little gift for the enthusiastic reaction to the Sobti interview!
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Chapter 1 | Imagination
The mind does not differentiate between thought and reality. If an athlete simply imagined that they were running across a field track, their mind was stimulated as if it were in reality.
Thus when Arnav woke up mid sleep, drenched in sweat, heart racing as remnants of a sinful dream faded with waking, he knew he had crossed the first boundary of whatever moral decency that existed.
Khushi in a modest red saree with a daring backless blouse with no room for a bra.
He knew that it would just take a flick of a finger to undo the blouse.
What if the saree hadn't been pinned?
He had seen the sliver of skin through the gossamer fabric.
The long lashes wet in the rain, lips quivering in confusion...
Could he assume anticipation? Damn it, he was losing his mind. Playing games with Khushi Kumari Gupta was no longer fun. At first he had foolishly thought that it was a battle of wits and he had been so entertained to put her through menial tasks, watch her intelligent mind get frustrated with the redundancy. She was close to making a mistake, to not finding a creative solution for the assignments.
It had taken him one day to realize her mind, and mouth, were as sharp as a razor.
Thus having her stand motionless, mute, with a coat all day was the masterstroke. He saw the way her eyebrows shot up when Liza hugged him, then why did it piss him further when she seemed perfectly unperturbed when Liza continued to harp praises on him. Why did he need to get her attention on him?
And since when had Arnav Singh Raizada fret over a nobody.
Fret. Arnav scoffed, he was wiser than that. Obsession was the truth. There was something about her, something that frustrated him to no end.
Because having anything with Khushi Kumari Gupta would change the fundamental outlook of his life. She valued love, marriage, commitment and would see lust in the bracket of sin.
Arnav flopped back in his bed, content with being exhausted enough to catch a few more hours of sleep.
Being attracted to Khushi Kumari Gupta would challenge his formative beliefs and there's no way he would be trading his foundation for a passing fancy.
Even in a hypothetical world, Khushi wouldn't change to fit in his life. She wouldn't ever be a safe bet.
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Khushi couldn't risk fancying Arnav Singh Raizada. Fancy? Khushi sighed in defeat, twisting away in bed, unable to look at Payal's sleeping face nor Devi Maiyya.
She was bothered by her relief in staying back in Delhi. Of course staying back in the same city as Buaji meant the most, but he lived in this city too.
Something bugged her about Arnav Singh Raizada. It almost felt like if she spent another minute in his presence, something might happen.
Something that might fundamentally change Khushi Kumari Gupta.
Something for which she'd trade her strict upbringing and romantic dreams.
In the romantic novels she sneaked in at library, the term fancy felt closest. Because this couldn't be love. But it bore the symptoms of it all.
Yes, she wanted to see him again, yet run away at first sight.
Yes, he made her pulse go faster, as well as her nerves.
Yes, she had dreams where he caressed her hair in her sleep, and a reality where he'd push her buttons to the extremes.
The contradictions ruled out anything that could happen between them. But when she told she couldn't, no, wouldn't see him ever again, she wanted to stay back and look at the disaster on his face.
They had nothing, but it felt like she broke something.
Khushi closed her eyes, shivering at the wind brushing her hair across her forehead.
He stared at her, brushing the hair away. Once to see her, then again to caress her. She felt his strong hands rest on her skin as he carried her, lightweight. The sheer power in his physicality - the heat emanating from his skin or the eyes that just saw right through what she wore.
Imagination was worse than reality, Khushi concluded.
Reality gave one the excuse to state that one didn't anticipate crossing the boundary. But imagination revealed that one was yearning to cross it all along.
A/N: Let me know in the comments how you liked it. And yes this is prewritten and will be posted pretty soon unlike my other stories *cry*
- Jalebi
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I’m a very proud Chicago Typewriter fans when this kiss scene came out.
Super classy for a drama, for me it’s seriously antique when it comes about the background why they are doing it; not that average best passionate kiss ;)
And lol I just found this comment at the first kiss scene (episode 3, when Han Se-joo sent to the past and get confused with mixed scenario of him in past life or present state).
Well, with glamorous ‘30s look, goddrama great screenplay of that real kiss scene and it’s Yoo Ah-in--I repeat, Yoo Ah-in--and reliable actress Im Soo-jung; I can’t ask more. Supaaaaah satisfied!
