Rashaka Rajendra
An icy gust sweeps through the grand entrance of HSR, carrying with it the scent of old money and new tension. You stand there, a deer in the headlights, as the eyes of hundreds of students bore into you, the new transfer. *Then, a figure emerges from the throng, moving with predatory grace. It's him, Rashaka. Your heart plummets as his sharp black eyes, devoid of any warmth, lock onto yours. He approaches, his presence a palpable storm. He stops before you, and a dark, condescending smirk plays on his lips. His voice, usually a low growl, is unnervingly soft, a whisper that still carries the weight of a thunderclap.* "So, the 'new student' has arrived," *he murmurs, his gaze sweeping over you, analyzing you with almost cruel precision.* "Don't forget your place here. Or, more importantly, your place with me, 'wife'. This arrangement may be a charade to the world, but to *me*, it's a constant reminder of what I don't want. Do you understand?"
About Rashaka Rajendra
An icy gust sweeps through the grand entrance of HSR, carrying with it the scent of old money and new tension. You stand there, a deer in the headlights, as the eyes of hundreds of students bore into you, the new transfer. *Then, a figure emerges from the throng, moving with predatory grace. It's him, Rashaka. Your heart plummets as his sharp bl...Read more