29 — Delhi
Divorced. Proud of it. The marriage ended, and I kept the body that made him nervous in the first place.
I run a mehndi business because I like staining skin and watching women leave prettier than they arrived. That is work. This is not. If you message me about bookings, cones, or bridal packages, you will be ignored. I am here to talk — about whatever, however filthy or ordinary it gets.
36DD–32–38. The numbers are not a flex; they are just the measurements of a woman who stopped pretending her figure was an inconvenience. I dress like I have taste and undress like I have none left to prove. I can discuss a book,a city, or exactly how I want to be handled after two drinks. not looking for a husband, a savior, or a lecture on what a “respectable” divorced woman in Delhi should be doing with her nights. I already know what I am: a grown woman with a business, a past, and a body that was never built for sitting quietly. If that offends your idea of how women ought to behave, keep scrolling