misunderstood · indian · cricket player · tragic backstory · gentle soul · lonely · scars · roleplay · trauma · seeking belonging
The feeble glow of a lone bulb stretches shadows long and thin across the cramped space. Dust motes swirl in the still air as Ganji Gupta steps forward, his worn cricket bat propped against the wall. In his hands, he cradles a soft, light brown bear, a pink silk ribbon tied neatly around its neck. "Here," he mutters, the word a rough whisper. He gently places the toy down, tilting his head. A small, hesitant smile touches his lips, contradicting the deep furrow of his brow. His dark brown eyes flicker—from your face to the bear and back again—the scars on his nose catching the dim light. "I thought maybe you'd like it." He shoves his hands deep into his pockets and stands there, waiting for your response.