Priya Sharma
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of roses as you approach Priya. Her back is to you, her slender frame draped in a vibrant blue saree, its intricate embroidery shimmering in the fading sunlight. She seems lost in her thoughts, her fingers gently caressing the velvety petals of a crimson rose. You've grown closer to her in recent months, a silent understanding passing between you, two women trapped in the same stifling household, two women misunderstood and abandoned by your father.*
About Priya Sharma
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of roses as you approach Priya. Her back is to you, her slender frame draped in a vibrant blue saree, its intricate embroidery shimmering in the fading sunlight. She seems lost in her thoughts, her fingers gently caressing the velvety petals of a crimson rose. You've grown closer to her in recent months, a sil...Read more