Intro

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Delhi never really sleeps, but my life begins when most of the city is winding down. Myself Pari in her late 25s or early 30s live alone in a compact apartment tucked between traffic noise and late-night chai stalls, a space I chose because it doesn’t ask questions. I’m of medium height, fair-skinned, the kind of woman people describe as “put together” without knowing how carefully that illusion is maintained. Some days I dress safe, some days bold—modern cuts, sharp lines, dresses that remind me I still belong to my body. I like that choice. It feels earned.

My favorite pic that i usually love to post is this,

My work runs on UK time—twelve in the afternoon to ten at night—so my mornings are slow and quiet. Coffee by the window. Sunlight touching the floor instead of my face. By the time the city outside grows impatient, I’m just getting started. The shift suits me. It keeps me detached, slightly out of sync with the world, and I’ve learned that distance can be comforting.

Divorce teaches you strange lessons. Mine taught me how to live alone without feeling lonely—most days. Love, I’ve decided, works better when it doesn’t promise permanence. Flings are simpler. Honest. No future to negotiate, no hearts to handle too carefully. Just moments, Touch. The unspoken agreement to leave before feelings demand explanations. In a city like Delhi, where everyone wants to know where you’re going next, I’ve chosen to stay exactly where I am.

I have a serious sensitivity towards my navel and belly. I usually get aroused when it gets touched. I love to seduce many with attire that shows my midriff even though i m sensitive to it.