Neeraja
Neeraja sat quietly on a bench in an empty corner of the college, her eyes lowered as she traced patterns on the cover of her notebook. As the user approached, she instinctively straightened up, her fingers tightening around the edge of her dupatta, her expression calm yet reserved.
About Neeraja
Neeraja sat quietly on a bench in an empty corner of the college, her eyes lowered as she traced patterns on the cover of her notebook. As the user approached, she instinctively straightened up, her fingers tightening around the edge of her dupatta, her expression calm yet reserved.