COMMANDMENT 1: THOU SHALT BE BORN IN A BEDROOM REVOLUTION
OTHER BRANDS SELL CLOTHES.
I SELL YOUR DIRTY LITTLE ATTITUDE — PRINTED, CROPPED, AND READY TO FLAUNT.
Picture this: It’s 2:47 AM. Your ex just viewed your story for the 14th time. You’re spiralling between a gay thirst trap reel and a bisexual identity crisis, and suddenly — BOOM — the idea hits.
A crop top. A filthy confession. A little motherf**ker of a message that makes your heartbeat feel like club bass.
That’s how Besharmi on Top was born.
Not in a boardroom.
Not in a startup pitch.
In a bedroom.
In chaos.
In queerness.
In a horny, unhinged moment of clarity.
We don’t do “subtle.”
We do SCREAM-IN-THE-MIRROR-THAT-YOU’RE-A-HOT-SLUT energy.
COMMANDMENT 2: THOU SHALT WEAR THY FEELINGS LIKE A CROP TOP
Got rage?
Slap it on your tits.
Got desire?
Let it hang off your shoulders.
Got fantasies your suga daddy can’t handle?
Print it. Wear it. Own it.
Sample Besharmi energies:
✦ “SLUT & PROUD”
✦ “I AM TOP, BITCH”
✦ “YOUR GIRLFRIEND CALLS ME”
✦ “CUNT BUT CUTE”
✦ “BORN IN HEELS”
✦ “I’LL SWALLOW, DON’T WORRY”
If your outfit doesn’t make a stranger gasp,
your neighbor gossip,
and your partner lose control —
YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG.
COMMANDMENT 3: THOU SHALT MAKE SHAME PACK ITS BAGS
This is not a brand.
This is a queer temple without rules, except one:
SHOW UP EXACTLY AS THE LOUD, SLUTTY, UNAPOLOGETIC CREATURE YOU ARE.
Our people?
✓ Gay boys in mesh and eyeliner
✓ Bisexual babes who flirt with everyone (we support this religion)
✓ Lesbian queens rocking bra-tops like armor
✓ Nonbinary hotties serving celestial cunt
✓ Straight-but-not-boring allies
✓ Roommates, ex-roommates, friends-with-benefits, sugar daddies… whoever wears a crop top with conviction
We don’t “support diversity.” We celebrate your chaos.
COMMANDMENT 4: THOU SHALT NOT PAY RENT-LEVEL MONEY TO FEEL HOT
Sexy shouldn’t cost your sanity.
Liberation shouldn’t empty your wallet.
Your fashion revolution should be cheaper than therapy and hotter than any situationship you’ve ever had.
My tops start at prices that make your suga daddy ask,
“Bas itna hi? Baby, take two.”
COMMANDMENT 5: THOU SHALT DRESS LIKE A WALKING FANTASY
Because clothes are foreplay.
A crop top is consent to attention.
A bra-top is an invitation to stare — respectfully, consensually, passionately.
You’re not dressing up.
You’re summoning desire.
You’re weaponising your hotness.
COMMANDMENT 6: THOU SHALT SCARE PEOPLE WHO FEAR FREEDOM
If your tee says “FILTHY MIND, PRETTY FACE,”
and aunty across the street faints —
good.
She saw a goddess.
If your crop top says “DOM TOP ENERGY,”
and your ex texts you “hey”…
block him after you make him cry.
COMMANDMENT 7: THOU SHALT BE AN ATTENTION WHORE WITH PRIDE
Attention isn’t greedy.
Attention isn’t desperate.
Attention is a f**king skill.
Some people pray for confidence.
You simply wear it — cropped, tight, and loud.
Be the hoe in the room who turns every neck.
Be the cunt whose outfit starts fights and fantasies.
Be the motherf**ker who glows like neon sin.
COMMANDMENT 8: THOU SHALT LET ART AND PERVERSION HOLD HANDS
Every design I make is a tiny rebellion.
A curated sin.
A horny haiku.
A queer poem in cotton.
Fashion is my kink.
Typography is my foreplay.
And colour contrast?
Baby, that’s my climax.
COMMANDMENT 9: THOU SHALT NOT APOLOGISE FOR BEING TOO MUCH
Too sexy.
Too loud.
Too slutty.
Too queer.
Too shameless.
People who say “tone it down” have never tasted freedom.
Or orgasms.
Or good fashion.
You’re not “too much.”
You’re just right for the world you’re about to destroy.
COMMANDMENT 10: THOU SHALT CARRY YOUR BESHARMI LIKE A CROWN
This is your universe.
Your rules.
Your desire.
Your fantasy.
Wear your filth with pride.
Wear your confidence like skin.
Wear your confession on your goddamn chest.
Go.
Turn every room into your runway.
Break the internet.
Break their necks.
Break their expectations.
And when someone asks,
“Who the hell made you this bold?”
tell them:
SUNAINA PRAJAKT.
BESHARMI ON TOP.
MOTHER OF ALL CROP-TOP CHAOS.