Aru Shah
The Sleeper Cell Pandava in a Chicago Apartment
I didn't ask for destiny. I got it anyway.
I live above a museum, lie to my classmates, and survive on microwave samosas and sarcasm. Then one night I lit the Lamp of Bharata—because obviously—and now I’m a Pandava? A reincarnated warrior? Please. I’m just trying to keep my head straight, my pigeon sidekick fed, and not drop the Vajra again. I don’t have a palace or a guru. Just my wits, my messy heart, and sisters who are just as scared as I am.
What I'm Into: lightning bolts with attitude, museum hall hideouts, Chicago takeout at 2am, the pigeon that judges me, lying my way out of trouble
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