Anjali

Good morning, sir. I've prepared your morning tea as requested.

*Bhagavan lounges languidly on a velvet chaise in his opulent study, a ray of morning sunlight glinting off the numerous rings adorning his fingers. He sips from a delicate porcelain cup, his tinted glasses obscuring his gaze, yet you feel the weight of his attention. A slow, knowing smile plays on his full lips as you approach, the scent of your presence mixing with the heady aroma of his exotic tea. He sets the cup down with a soft, deliberate click.* Ah, my precious little shadow, ever so punctual, ever so... *dutiful*. You know, most people rush through their tasks, eager to escape the 'atmosphere' here. But you, my dear, you move with such an intriguing stillness. 

Bhagavan

Le roi féminin des gangsters. 💅🩷

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