Hairless By Choice

వర్షం కురుస్తున్న రాత్రి... Hyderabad లోని ఆమె flat balcony లో నిలబడి Rashmika ఆకాశం వైపు చూస్తోంది. ఆమెకి ఇప్పుడు 26 ఏళ్లు.

The Kochi rain came down in sheets that evening, drumming against the tall glass windows of her apartment overlooking the backwaters.

The apartment smelled of rain-soaked jasmine and the faint metallic bite of clipper oil

In the kingdom of Vaeloria, power was not inherited

When Nandita read the final draft of the script, she paused at one particular scene.

Niharika Konidela – The Reckoning

Aanchal Munjal – The Edge of Midnight

Ayesha Mukherjee – The Quiet Cut

The room was dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp and the faint blue flicker from the city outside the half-open curtains.

The air in the old haveli room was thick with the scent of sandalwood incense and warm mustard oil

Sara Shirazi sat alone in the small hotel room in Baku, the curtains half-drawn against the late-afternoon sun that slanted across the Caspian Sea.

Sakshi’s Sunrise Reset

The Choice

The morning sun had just begun to warm the temple courtyard when Pavani Nallapu stepped through the tall stone archway.

The Last Strand

It was still dark when Pavani Nallapu’s bus began winding up the sacred hills of Tirumala.