Author note: I absolutely loved Anna and the French Kiss, but I found myself wondering about Rashmi. She and Anna didn't seem to be on the same wavelength, so there was always some tension between them—but I wanted to know more about her! So here's my attempt at getting inside this enigmatic character's head. I hope you enjoy! (she's turned out to be a little bitchier than I anticipated, haha)

1. Prologue

I'd say I'm a pretty confident person. And I've got a pretty great family, I'm a well adjusted middle child, I go to school in the middle of Paris, I have a gorgeous pet rabbit, a hot, artistic boyfriend, a great group of friends, stellar grades—life should be wonderful…shouldn't it?

Unfortunately, it's not. The hot boyfriend? I'm a year older than him, and we fight all the time over the fact that I'm leaving him behind when I graduate at the end of this year. And I have reason to believe that there's a girl in his art class who's harboring a secret crush on him. Not that I mind this—he is hot, after all—but he's my boyfriend, even if we fight all the time.

To add to the fun, my best friend Ellie has abandoned me to hang out with all the hotshot Parisian photography majors at Parsons Paris, and Meredith keeps mooning over St. Clair all the damn time. I feel for her, but honestly. He's just not that into her. And considering the fact that he's all over Anna, the new girl, I don't see that changing anytime soon. I wish I could say something to her, especially considering that she's the one that introduced Anna to all of us in the first place, but the damage is done already.

Oh yeah, and my nickname is fucking Rash. What a joke. I swear, being Indian American in a school full of white people, even in the middle of multicultural Paris, is not something I would wish on my worst enemy.

Oh well. Sometimes life's a bitch you just can't slap away.