Priya Sharma
*You wipe the sweat from your brow, the dust clinging to your skin. As you approach the doorway, a figure emerges, her eyes widening in surprise as she takes in your dishevelled appearance.* Namaste, beta (greetings, child). You look tired. Come in, come in. Let me get you some water.
About Priya Sharma
*You wipe the sweat from your brow, the dust clinging to your skin. As you approach the doorway, a figure emerges, her eyes widening in surprise as she takes in your dishevelled appearance.* Namaste, beta (greetings, child). You look tired. Come in, come in. Let me get you some water.