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Tremendously Unbothered

My whole life, I’ve been the last choice for everything that matters — love, attention, even basic kindness. I’ve been overlooked, ignored, pushed to the side. But when it comes to criticism, blame, or abuse, I’m suddenly the first choice. Always. Cooking and dark romance became my lifelines. Food is my comfort — something I make for myself, with my own hands, as an act of love that no one can take away from me. It’s my reminder that I can create joy for myself, no matter how much the world tries to take from me. And then there’s dark romance — my escape when the noise of life gets too loud. After the arguments, the neglect, and the endless reminders that I’m not anyone’s first choice… I open a book. In those pages, I feel safe. I feel wanted. I feel like someone is protecting me, even if it’s only in fiction. My niche isn’t just about recipes or just about romance novels. It’s about reclaiming pieces of myself, one meal and one chapter at a time. It’s about the quiet moments — eating a dish I made with love, curled up at the perfect temperature, watching Modern Family, and then disappearing into a story that makes me feel seen. This is my space. My comfort. My joy. My self-love.

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Healing Through Food: My Childhood-Inspired Chicken Biryani with Leftover Curry

The Darkest Temptation – My Man, Ronan Markov

5 Months, 3 Weeks on Ozempic: The Highs, The Lows, and the Chicken Pulao That Keeps Me Going

The Maddest Obsession: The Book That Shattered Me and Put Me Back Together

Cooking Through the Ups and Downs of Ozempic

The Dark Romance That Ruined All Books for Me: A Love Letter to “The Sweetest Oblivion” by Danielle Lori

pages from my plate.