11-07-2025, 03:48 PM
Introduction of Priya: The Gen Z Spark
It was 4:25 PM when the doorbell rang.
Ravi stretched, saved his work, and walked to the door
A quick glance through the peephole, and there she was
Sirisha, standing with a wide smile and a small box in her hands.
He opened the door and paused for a moment.
Sirisha stood there with a half-teasing, half-innocent smile.
She looked like she had walked straight out of a music reel:
Sleek black leggings,
A slightly oversized white crop top knotted at her waist,
And white sneakers that still somehow looked spotless.
A simple silver chain around her neck,
Apple watch strapped casually,
And those expressive, kohl-lined eyes that danced with casual mischief.
Her skin was porcelain-fair, glowing with the fresh sharpness of college life
And the effortless confidence that came from being loved in every group she walked into.
Her long, wavy hair was clipped up in a casual claw,
Letting loose strands fall over her cheeks just right, clearly unbothered, yet perfectly styled.
“Hi… Ravi bhayya?” she asked, gently.
Ravi smiled. “Yes. And you must be Sirisha?”
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It was 4:25 PM when the doorbell rang.
Ravi stretched, saved his work, and walked to the door
A quick glance through the peephole, and there she was
Sirisha, standing with a wide smile and a small box in her hands.
He opened the door and paused for a moment.
Sirisha stood there with a half-teasing, half-innocent smile.
She looked like she had walked straight out of a music reel:
Sleek black leggings,
A slightly oversized white crop top knotted at her waist,
And white sneakers that still somehow looked spotless.
A simple silver chain around her neck,
Apple watch strapped casually,
And those expressive, kohl-lined eyes that danced with casual mischief.
Her skin was porcelain-fair, glowing with the fresh sharpness of college life
And the effortless confidence that came from being loved in every group she walked into.
Her long, wavy hair was clipped up in a casual claw,
Letting loose strands fall over her cheeks just right, clearly unbothered, yet perfectly styled.
“Hi… Ravi bhayya?” she asked, gently.
Ravi smiled. “Yes. And you must be Sirisha?”
- o -
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