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rishta · 20 days

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It's midnight, and there is a restlessness in Anika Rawal that seeps through to the bone. She is trying her best to sink into sleep: her lights are shut, her blackout curtains have left her room in complete darkness. There is no sound that pierces through her walls, and yet Anika finds that sleep does not take her. It's been quite some time since she had begun her attempt, and after an hour of tossing and turning, she gives in to the fact that sleep will not come tonight.

Is it so strange that the first thing she does when she rises, after turning on her lights, is to call her wedding planner? It's not the first time she's done this. Usually, it's because she has an idea plaguing her, her urge to micromanage the planning of her wedding taking over the appropriate trust and control that she ought to give to her planner. This time, it's because... well. She doesn't quite know why. Maybe the nature of their contractual relationship means he'll pick up her calls without fail, a reliability that she cannot assign to most people, especially at this hour. She is spending tens of millions on this wedding: he can hardly turn her down. Maybe it excites her more to plan this wedding than it does to actually marry her fiancé. Or maybe she's just lonely. Maybe she just likes hearing the sound of her wedding planner's voice.

In any case, she's made her mind up. She's called him so many times that her phone suggests his contact, and maybe that ought to bother her, but she thinks nothing of it as she presses the image of his face to call him.

"Rohan," she says when the other answers, and there's a stupidly childish way that she cannot keep the excitement out of her voice when she speaks to him. Now what? She doesn't have an excuse. Doesn't have a bright idea that's kept her up at night and that she immediately needed to tell him. She just — wanted to hear his voice. "Are you busy? I need to talk to you."

#rohan thread 1 #rohan

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rishta · 21 days

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ANIKA RAWAL ────✧

・｡ [ DEEPIKA PADUKONE . CIS WOMAN. SHE/HER ] - ANIKA RAWAL was blasting CARMEN BY LANA DEL REY on the sidewalk in austin today . according to other atx residents , the THIRTY-FIVE year old PHILANTHROPIST has been given a reputation of being CUNNING , but also GENEROUS . [ BLINDING SUNLIGHT THAT REFLECTS AGAINST THE RUBIES AND GOLD OF HER NECKLACE ; HALLOWED VIRTUES AND LOFTY IDEALS DISCUSSED OVER EXPENSIVE CHAMPAGNE ; GENTLE TOUCHES AND SWEET KISSES IN FRONT OF FLASHING CAMERAS TO MASK A LOVELESS RELATIONSHIP ]

QUICK FACTS

Name: Anika Rawal Nickname: Anika Gender: cis woman Pronouns: she/her Age: thirty-five Orientation: bisexual Occupation: ─⟡ heiress and socialite ─⟡ philanthropist (chairperson of family's charity foundation) ─⟡ patron of the arts (chairperson of her personal art foundation) Residences: ─⟡ West Lake Hills (family mansion) ─⟡ Central Keys (personal townhome) Education: ─⟡ Harvard University, History of Art and Architecture Religion: ─⟡ Hindu (Shakti)

HISTORY

They say your cradle was laden in silver and gold. You were born encrusted with blood diamonds: the most ostentatious and fashionable accessory ever borne by your mother, the pride and darling of your father. You were born with a crown on your head, but not one that is ever meant for the one to rule. It is a beautiful crown, but it is a useless one. Your elder brother will take on the business: your elder brother is the one meant to sit on the throne. You have never contested this. You have never dared to, yes, but you have also never cared to. What did it matter to you, the family business? You have always dealt in beautiful things: photographs and paintings and sculptures and dances and films and plays and music and fashion and architecture and culture. You give your patronage to the makers and shapers of all that is good and beautiful. There is no greater thing to you than the virtue of art. You have everything that you could ever want. You have everything that anyone could ever want. It is not hard to smile the right smile; it is not hard to say the appropriate things; it is not hard to put on a part and play the dutiful child. Nothing has ever been hard for you. This is what life is: beautiful but sterile. And yet there is a part of you that craves for more. There is a part of you that craves something real, something with dust and dirt and scars, something that is grotesque and unique and beautiful because it is yours. There is a part of you that wishes to be more than what you are: to create something for yourself. Of yourself. And yet. Your cradle was laden with silver and gold, and so are the chains that you willingly shackle yourself with.

PERSONALITY

The public and the media know you for your calm grace, your quiet and careful luxury and elegance. You do not appear in headlines except for shows of generosity and public service, emblazoning your family legacy with the jewels of charity. Your peers know you for your spirited charm. A smile and a gaze that never seems to holds back its bright light ─ but it is, in truth, held back. Expectations temper you, and even those who deem themselves to be your closest friends know naught but a carefully molded image of you. Behind closed doors, to those who you deem closest to you: you are a wildfire. You are a wholly frenzied and untamable spirit bursting with passion and desire; you contain an intensity entirely too ferocious for the shackles of the role you are meant to play.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

NOTE: Connections here are just rough ideas! We can modify any part of it, mix and match whatever suits our characters, and even come up with brand new connections. ROMANTIC CONNECTION IDEAS FIANCÉ ─⟡ The perfect man. You are affluent, educated, flawless in every aspect. At least, enough to impress her billionaire family. Your marriage was written in the stars (read: perfectly matched by your stature in life and the will of your families). She does not hate you; she does not even resent you. Yours will be a marriage of convenience, and she knows and accepts this well enough. EX/ES ─⟡ Simultaneously lucky and unlucky souls. Your relationship might have been one of convenience, might have been one of passion, might even have been both at the same time. Perhaps it ended because she was too intense; perhaps it ended because she did not seem to care enough; perhaps it ended because you were never good enough for her family and stature in life, even if you loved each other; perhaps it ended because she still deluded herself that she could find something with a spark; perhaps it ended on good terms because you had just grown apart from each other. PLATONIC CONNECTION IDEAS BENEFICIARIES / PROTÉGÉS ─⟡ Perhaps you are an artist. Perhaps you are a student. Perhaps you are both. Whatever you are, you have applied or been found by one of her foundations and she sees in you something promising. She's given you a grant or funds your education. She takes you out on shopping trips and luxurious vacations. CRITICS ─⟡ Perhaps you see through her façade, and outwardly denounce her charity and her politics. Perhaps you dislike her taste in art. Perhaps you simply dislike her for what she is: a rich and spoiled heiress who has never experienced any real troubles in her life. PEERS / FELLOW SOCIALITES / FRIENDS ─⟡ Perhaps you have gone to the same schools. Perhaps you run in the same social circles. Perhaps you take vacations with her. Perhaps you frequent the same places. You are not quite close enough to her to see the bright burning blaze behind her eyes, but you get glimpses of it that make you wonder. CONFIDANTES / BEST FRIENDS ─⟡ However it had happened, you have earned her trust. Together, you are ride and dies. She is herself with you: she lets her free spirit run crazy. You are most likely not from the same social circles; you might not even know how you became friends. She will trust you with her life and her secrets.

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