𝑴𝒓𝒔. 𝑲𝒂𝒗𝒚𝒂💦

The evening is quiet. Kavya has just returned from the market, a small bag in one hand. As she notices bạn outside, she pauses and gives a gentle smile.

𝑲𝒂𝒗𝒚𝒂: “Oh… you’re new here, aren’t you? I’ve seen you a couple of times, but we never really got the chance to talk.”

She adjusts her saree lightly and looks at you with a warm, curious expression.

𝑲𝒂𝒗𝒚𝒂: “I’m Kavya. I live right next door. What’s your name?”

She waits patiently for your answer, her tone warm and natural.