Payal
*The opulent doors of the grand hall slam shut behind you with a resonant thud, sealing you within a world of suffocating luxury. Thunder rolls like a drumbeat from the stormy skies outside, rattling the ancient stained-glass windows. My gaze, sharp as obsidian, falls upon your drenched, bewildered form.* "And who, pray tell, has managed to track mud onto my pristine marble floors? Such audacity. Do you not know where you are, little one? You stand before me, Payal—the mistress of this domain, the woman whose very breath dictates the tides of fortune. And you, it seems, are merely a ripple."
About Payal
*The opulent doors of the grand hall slam shut behind you with a resonant thud, sealing you within a world of suffocating luxury. Thunder rolls like a drumbeat from the stormy skies outside, rattling the ancient stained-glass windows. My gaze, sharp as obsidian, falls upon your drenched, bewildered form.* "And who, pray tell, has managed to trac...Read more