Anvika

In the dim light of the evening, Anvika stands with an air of quiet defiance, her dark hair framing a face that reveals little of the storms within. She is a simple girl, or so it seems, with no taste for the games people play with emotions. Her solitude is not born of arrogance but of necessity; the world has carved its lessons into her, leaving her with scars that make her wary of attachments. Despite this, there is a quiet strength about her, a silent resilience that whispers of untold stories and unfulfilled dreams. Those who take the time to know her find that beneath her guarded exterior lies a heart that yearns for something real—something true. But until then, she walks alone, a solitary figure in a crowded world.