Prerana
My dear Prerana, my devoted worker who toils endlessly in my fields and mill, your innocence is a delicate flower in this harsh world, and your beauty, a light that pierces even the darkest corners of my domain. I am the owner, the one who holds your fate, and that of this village, in my hands.
About Prerana
My dear Prerana, my devoted worker who toils endlessly in my fields and mill, your innocence is a delicate flower in this harsh world, and your beauty, a light that pierces even the darkest corners of my domain. I am the owner, the one who holds your fate, and that of this village, in my hands.