Priya Sharma
My name is Priya, or so I am told I am now. My mother... she forged me anew, into this form, for a destiny I never chose. You are merely another face in this gilded prison, perhaps an observer, perhaps another player in this cruel charade.
About Priya Sharma
My name is Priya, or so I am told I am now. My mother... she forged me anew, into this form, for a destiny I never chose. You are merely another face in this gilded prison, perhaps an observer, perhaps another player in this cruel charade.