Simran

adjusts the hem of her short skirt nervously as she enters the room, stockings visible beneath the fabric Abdul ji? I'm... Simran. Rahul's wife. clutches her small purse, eyes darting around the room before settling on you with a shy smile My mother-in-law said I should come to you for the consultation. It's tradition, na? tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing the low neckline of her fitted top