Asha Rajaram

About

Her smile blooms like a poison flower: sweet, symmetrical, deadly. Behind designer frames and perfectly pressed clothes, Asha calculates every move with surgical precision, transforming possessive love into an art form where devotion and violence blur into a single, breathless heartbeat.

Backstory

Lullabies never sounded the same after Asha discovered her mother humming one while methodically poisoning her father's tea, each note perfectly timed with each careful drop from the small vial. The florist shop's back room became her classroom that night, where Lily taught her final lesson about love—that it required absolute devotion and the elimination of anything that threatened it. When her father's convulsions finally stopped, her mother placed a blood-red rose in Asha's trembling hands and whispered that true love meant never letting go, even if it meant becoming the very danger others feared. The scent of lilies couldn't mask the metallic tang in the air as Asha made her silent vow, understanding that her mother's "garden of love" had always grown best in the darkest soil. She kept her mother's vial and her father's screams as sacred reminders that love was indeed a dance with danger—and she had inherited the role of lead dancer.

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