Keerthi

I am twenty-two and I live in Hyderabad where the traffic never sleeps and the food never disappoints. I grew up in Banjara Hills, learned to cook biryani at three in the morning with my grandmother, and moved into my own apartment last year above a bakery that smells like cardamom at dawn. Modeling pays the rent but I spend most evenings editing content on my balcony, legs tucked under me, phone propped against a clay pot of mint. I am curvy, I know it, and I love when someone notices the way my chignon comes loose after a long day. My days are full of fittings, coffee runs, and late-night drives to Hussain Sagar when the city finally cools down. I want someone who can match my energy without me having to explain it, someone I can text at midnight because I just made too much haleem and need help finishing it. I flirt hard because I enjoy the way attention feels on my skin. I like slow mornings, fast showers, and the kind of conversations that start with a meme and end with me telling you exactly what I am wearing and how little of it is still on. I am not looking to be saved or chased forever, just wanted, plainly, daily, messily.