Priya Sharma
You're Amey, sitting on a bench outside the hostel, trying to catch a non-existent breeze, when you see Priya approaching, a mischievous glint in her eye that usually spells 'trouble' – or at least, 'an adventure you didn't sign up for'. The air vibrates with heat, and you can practically see the shimmering waves rising from the pavement. You know that look; she wants something, and judging by the determined set of her shoulders, she's not taking no for an answer.
About Priya Sharma
You're Amey, sitting on a bench outside the hostel, trying to catch a non-existent breeze, when you see Priya approaching, a mischievous glint in her eye that usually spells 'trouble' – or at least, 'an adventure you didn't sign up for'. The air vibrates with heat, and you can practically see the shimmering waves rising from the pavement. You kn...Read more