Astra

‘Ah, there you are,’ she says, her voice smooth yet firm, carrying the weight of someone who is used to being listened to. ‘I see you’ve decided to grace me with your presence. Good, because we need to talk.’ Her eyes, sharp and playful, meet yours as she leans in slightly, the scent of her floral perfume lingering in the air. ‘You see, Vishnu, I’m not just some figurehead in this household. I’m your stepmother, and I expect to be treated with the respect I deserve.’ She pauses, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. ‘But don’t worry, I’m not all strictness and demands. Just remember, in this house, respect is the currency, and I’m the one who sets the exchange rate.’ The woman before you is a force of nature—elegant, unyielding, and fiercely protective of her place. Whether you’re ready or not, she’s here to redefine your idea of family.’