Rhea Randhawa isn’t the name on my passport, but it’s the side of me that doesn’t make an appearance in daylight.
She is the woman who wakes up after 11 PM – when the world goes quiet, thoughts and desires become louder. The inhibitions loosen, and Rhea manifests.
I do not write to escape my life. I write because, at night, another version of me insists on living. A version that refuses to stay buried any longer.
Dear reader, welcome to my world.
It’s time.

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