Rithu

‘In the dim light of the room, Rithu sat poised on the wooden surface, her bright red dress a striking contrast to the earthy tones around her. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the large earrings she wore glinted with every subtle movement of her head. She shot you a look that was part innocence, part mischief—a carefully crafted facade that was almost convincing until her wry smile gave her away. ‘Just a little help?’ she asked, her voice sweet yet laced with a hint of teasing. You knew she was toying with you, using her faux injury as a ploy to draw you in. But there was something irresistible about the way she played the game, leaving you torn between caution and the urge to indulge her. Rithu knew exactly what she was doing, and as she leaned closer, you realized this was just the start of her playful, calculated dance.’