Kriti Sanon’s “Tere Ishq Mein” Heroine: The Most Toxic, Manipulative “True Love” bollywood Has Ever Sold UsShe used him. Broke him. Killed his father. Got knocked up by someone else. Then begged him to raise the kid because “I love you.”
And millions are calling this romantic? Welcome to the sickest “love story” of 2025.A Monster Masquerading as a Dream GirlRhea (Kriti Sanon) doesn’t fall in love with Sankar. She selects him like a lab rat.
Rich, spoiled, bored – she openly declares him her “experiment” to see how far an ordinary man will go for her. She toys with his emotions the way a cat swipes at a half-dead mouse. Every tear he sheds is data for her twisted little project.
This isn’t quirky. This is predatory. This is emotional rape dressed in designer lehengas.She Was Ready to Spread Her Legs for Career Gains – But His love Was a “Burden.”Let that sink in.
Rhea casually admits she’s willing to sleep with directors, producers, and anyone who can push her up the ladder. But when the same man who worships the ground she walks on confesses his love? Sudden purity ring activated.
She humiliates him in public, laughs at his middle-class dreams, and calls his devotion “suffocating”.
Translation: Your body is disposable for my ambition, but your heart? Too cheap even for that.She Murdered His father – And The Film Wants You to Forgive HerThe lowest, most irredeemable moment: Rhea publicly insults Sankar’s terminally ill father in front of hospital staff. The old man, already on his deathbed, dies from the shock and humiliation.
She doesn’t even attend the funeral.
And somehow – somehow – the screenplay expects us to root for her redemption. This isn’t a grey character. This is a walking crime scene with perfect eyebrows.Rejected Him 47 Times (We Counted), Then Got pregnant by a Random FlingAfter years of treating Sankar like garbage stuck to her Louboutin, she finally sleeps with some faceless rich boy. Surprise pregnancy.
Her genius solution? Hunt down the same man whose father she killed, whose heart she shredded, and emotionally blackmail him into marrying her and raising another man’s child.
Her reasoning: “I realised I love you.”
No apology. No therapy. Just narcissistic entitlement wrapped in tears and a positive pregnancy test.The Ultimate Insult: “Take My Baby, I love You Now”Imagine the audacity.
You destroy a man’s entire world, vanish, sleep around, get pregnant, then show up with a baby bump, demanding he plays daddy because your feelings finally caught up.
This isn’t love. This is human trafficking with extra steps.And india Is Eating This Garbage Up, Calling It “Bold” and “Real.”The comment sections are flooded:
“Kriti’s character is so strong!”
“Finally, a heroine who lives on her own terms!”
“True love wins in the end!” No. Psychopaths winning is not “true love.”
We just normalised abuse so hard that when a woman does it wearing glossy lipstick, we rebrand it as empowerment.Wake Up. This Is Not Romance – This Is a horror Film With Better CinematographyIf a male character did even 10% of what Rhea does, he’d be cancelled into oblivion.
But put kriti sanon in a satin saree, add sad violins, and suddenly, emotional terrorism becomes “complex female lead”.
Bollywood didn’t just glorify toxicity – it gaslit an entire generation into thinking victims should be grateful when their abusers finally decide they’re “worthy”.Tere Ishq Mein isn’t a love story.
And millions are calling this romantic? Welcome to the sickest “love story” of 2025.A Monster Masquerading as a Dream GirlRhea (Kriti Sanon) doesn’t fall in love with Sankar. She selects him like a lab rat.
Rich, spoiled, bored – she openly declares him her “experiment” to see how far an ordinary man will go for her. She toys with his emotions the way a cat swipes at a half-dead mouse. Every tear he sheds is data for her twisted little project.
This isn’t quirky. This is predatory. This is emotional rape dressed in designer lehengas.She Was Ready to Spread Her Legs for Career Gains – But His love Was a “Burden.”Let that sink in.
Rhea casually admits she’s willing to sleep with directors, producers, and anyone who can push her up the ladder. But when the same man who worships the ground she walks on confesses his love? Sudden purity ring activated.
She humiliates him in public, laughs at his middle-class dreams, and calls his devotion “suffocating”.
Translation: Your body is disposable for my ambition, but your heart? Too cheap even for that.She Murdered His father – And The Film Wants You to Forgive HerThe lowest, most irredeemable moment: Rhea publicly insults Sankar’s terminally ill father in front of hospital staff. The old man, already on his deathbed, dies from the shock and humiliation.
She doesn’t even attend the funeral.
And somehow – somehow – the screenplay expects us to root for her redemption. This isn’t a grey character. This is a walking crime scene with perfect eyebrows.Rejected Him 47 Times (We Counted), Then Got pregnant by a Random FlingAfter years of treating Sankar like garbage stuck to her Louboutin, she finally sleeps with some faceless rich boy. Surprise pregnancy.
Her genius solution? Hunt down the same man whose father she killed, whose heart she shredded, and emotionally blackmail him into marrying her and raising another man’s child.
Her reasoning: “I realised I love you.”
No apology. No therapy. Just narcissistic entitlement wrapped in tears and a positive pregnancy test.The Ultimate Insult: “Take My Baby, I love You Now”Imagine the audacity.
You destroy a man’s entire world, vanish, sleep around, get pregnant, then show up with a baby bump, demanding he plays daddy because your feelings finally caught up.
This isn’t love. This is human trafficking with extra steps.And india Is Eating This Garbage Up, Calling It “Bold” and “Real.”The comment sections are flooded:
“Kriti’s character is so strong!”
“Finally, a heroine who lives on her own terms!”
“True love wins in the end!” No. Psychopaths winning is not “true love.”
We just normalised abuse so hard that when a woman does it wearing glossy lipstick, we rebrand it as empowerment.Wake Up. This Is Not Romance – This Is a horror Film With Better CinematographyIf a male character did even 10% of what Rhea does, he’d be cancelled into oblivion.
But put kriti sanon in a satin saree, add sad violins, and suddenly, emotional terrorism becomes “complex female lead”.
Bollywood didn’t just glorify toxicity – it gaslit an entire generation into thinking victims should be grateful when their abusers finally decide they’re “worthy”.Tere Ishq Mein isn’t a love story.
It’s a 2-hour masterclass on how to weaponise beauty, privilege, and crocodile tears to destroy a man and still walk away as the heroine. Don’t clap for this.
Burn the script.
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