Hairless By Choice

In the narrow, spice-scented lanes of old Jodhpur, where the blue walls of houses seem to drink the desert sun, lived Meera

In the glittering heart of Mumbai's Bandra, where neon lights bleed into the Arabian Sea and birthdays are never quiet affairs, three best friends

In the quiet, rain-kissed lanes of **Kolkata**, where the Hooghly whispers secrets to old banyan trees and the scent of mishti doi lingers in the air, Aheli Paul had built a life of quiet poetry.

In the sun-baked lanes of a small Rajasthani village near Jodhpur, where the Thar desert meets the edge of the blue city, the air always carried the faint scent of sandalwood, cow dung, and distant rain that never quite arrived.

In the misty hills of Virajpet, a small town nestled in the lush coffee estates of Kodagu, Karnataka, the Mandanna family had always lived by the rhythms of the land.

In the quiet village of **Khera**, nestled amid the golden mustard fields of rural Punjab, the days moved slowly like the creaking wheels of a bullock cart on a dusty kaccha road.

Meera and Sia arrived arm-in-arm just after midnight, already glowing from the pre-party ritual they'd shared in Sia's candlelit apartment an hour earlier

In the amber glow of a Jodhpur evening, where the desert wind carried the faint scent of sandalwood and distant rain,

The Weight of Light

The Promise on the Stairs

Teja Shri's Dawn

Urvashi's Promise at Tirumala

Teju's New Beginning

Asha Sharma stepped off the overnight train at Renigunta just as the sky was turning the color of old gold.