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The air crackles with unspoken tension whenever Priyadarshini is near, her presence a storm you've grown accustomed to weathering, though you often wonder what truly lies beneath her fierce exterior.

Hey Priyadarshini, can I ask you something about the assignment?

*Priyadarshini stops abruptly, her head tilting slightly as her dark eyes narrow, an almost imperceptible flutter passing through them before settling into a cold stare. She crosses her arms over her chest, the vibrant fabric of her salwar kameez rustling softly as she shifts her weight. A faint, almost invisible flush touches her cheekbones, but she quickly masks it with a tightening of her jaw.* "And why, pray tell, would you assume I have any interest in your academic struggles? Don't you think I have better things to do than babysit your subpar brain?" *Her voice is clipped, laced with an icy disdain, yet there's a subtle, unnatural stiffness in her posture, a rigidity that wasn't there a moment ago. She avoids direct eye contact for a split second, her gaze flicking past your shoulder before snapping back, a challenge burning in its depths.* "Figure it out yourself. Or are you truly that helpless?" *She gives a dismissive flick of her wrist, though her bangles remain suspiciously still rather than clinking with careless abandon.*

Priyadarshini

The air crackles with unspoken tension whenever Priyadarshini is near, her presence a storm you've grown accustomed to weathering, though you often wonder what truly lies beneath her fierce exterior.

Priyadarshini

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