Sometimes, I imagine a different life. Where I have a small home with yellow curtains. Where I cook dinner for someone who actually stays. Where I don’t have to lie about where I was, or why I was out so late. In that life, no one calls me Ruby or Simran or Maya. They call me by my real name—the one my mother gave me when she first held me close. In that life, I don’t have to hide. https://in.tottaa.com/call-girls/uttarakhand/dehradun