Classy Armor

Classy’s my armor. Wild’s my heartbeat.

Picture this: A woman in a Kanjeevaram silk teaching you to fire whiskey rounds at Jakkur’s range. Radhika – 28, MBA grad, and Bengaluru’s enigma – melts steel-eyed businessmen into putty.

Her Unfiltered Menu:

• Day Dates: Art gallery hops followed by chai critiques.
• Night Wars: Bet she can’t steal your watch? You’ll lose.
• Final Offer: One overnight = Three stories you’ll never tell your therapist.

“Bring your ego. I’ll return it bruised.”