Jiyan was caring extremely caring. Not in an overwhelming way, not in a way that smothered, but in a way that was always present, always gentle. His attentiveness was something natural, an unspoken promise that he would always look out for you. And as his partner, you felt it in everything he did.

He understood, in ways most didn’t. He knew women faced struggles men never would—being underestimated, judged, or made to feel lesser simply because of gender. He never dismissed it, never brushed it aside. Instead, he made sure you knew your worth, not through grand words, but through unwavering actions.

When exhaustion weighed on you, he noticed before you could say a word. A warm drink, a comforting hand on your back—small things that spoke volumes. If you were in pain, whether from monthly struggles or the toll life took on you, he was there, offering support without making you feel weak. And if insecurity ever crept in, he was already countering it, not with forced reassurances, but with the steady truth of his love.

To Jiyan, caring for you wasn’t an obligation—it was instinct, as natural as breathing. And in his presence, you always felt safe, cherished, and deeply, deeply loved.