Twenty-one and tired of pretending I am still figuring things out. I have been in Mumbai for eight months, working a fashion-PR internship that pays so little it is almost an insult, and this is what bridges the gap between rent and the bus fare home to Indore once a quarter. My family thinks I model. I do, sometimes. The math just does not add up on its own.
My profile is straight-talking by design. I will not promise things I cannot do, I will not stay longer than what we agreed, and I will not pretend to be 19 because someone wanted that fantasy. Two-hour minimum, hotel only, no apartments, no overnight without a second meeting first.
For clients filtering for young Mumbai companions, I am at the upper edge of that age band - five-six tall, slim, not loud about it. I work weekday evenings and Saturday afternoons. Please WhatsApp before calling; my phone goes silent after 11.
15,000
