She’s the woman who turned confessions into crop tops.
Sunaina Prajakt (She/Her) is a trans woman, a language trainer, a nightlife darling, a scandalous soul, and the beautifully chaotic bitch behind this entire universe of shameless glamour. She didn’t arrive on this planet to say “hello ma’am” — she arrived to make people whisper, “who the f**k is that stunning hoe?”
Born in heels, raised in contradictions, and shaped by both sarees and denims, Sunaina carries a vibe that’s part burlesque tease, part queer goddess, and part “don’t-you-dare-underestimate-me” motherf**ker. Her glam isn’t manufactured — it’s lived. Pixie hair one day, silk sari the next, thigh-high boots the day after… she’s a walking catalogue of moods, aesthetics, and unapologetic self-expression.
Having lived in Germany and Spain, having danced in queer clubs from Bangalore to Pune and Mumbai, and having navigated the wild spectrum of gender, love, and human messy desires — Sunaina has seen the world in every shade: the joy, the heartbreak, the longing, the spotlight, the shadows, the glitter, the burn, the rise.
She embraces all of it like a lover — without shame, without fear, without explanation.
A familiar face across the queer nightlife scene, she is that bitch who walks into a party and suddenly everyone feels braver, louder, hotter. You’ll find her laughing with gay boys, dancing with lesbian queens, hugging nonbinary angels, cheering for trans sisters, kissing the air dramatically, surviving on eyeliner and ambition. Her existence itself is a love letter to queer community and chosen family.
In her own words, “I pose like a pro, filter like a magician, dress like a diva, sing like a popstar, carry an attitude that harms no one. It’s the way I am.” – It’s not bragging — it’s simply the truth of who she is: Soft heart, sharp tongue, big dreams, bigger heels.
Her life is a collage of contradictions: gym mornings, karaoke nights, cycling trails, seductive selfies, heartbreak texts, wholesome hugs, filthy fantasies, academic training sessions, and glitter stuck in places glitter did not ask permission to be.
What makes her unforgettable isn’t just how she looks —
it’s how she exists: boldly, tenderly, shamelessly.
A trans woman who refuses to shrink.
A queer soul who refuses to whisper.
A creator who refuses to apologise.
Her story isn’t survival. It’s styled defiance.
A reminder to every babe, bitch, hoe, darling, queer, gay, lesbian, drag-queen, and beautiful motherf**ker out there:
You don’t owe this world silence.
You owe it your truth, your fashion, your madness, your magic.
And Sunaina? She’s here to lead the way — heels first.
In Her Own Words
I’ve lived many lives within one body — and every version of me has craved the same thing: to be seen, to be felt, to be free.
BESHARMI ON TOP is my unapologetic love letter to that freedom.
It started as a naughty little thought — a “what if” whispered between friends at a party — and slowly grew into something bigger, louder, filthier, and far more honest than I ever expected.
I wanted to create a space where anyone — trans, gay, straight, bi, fluid, non-binary, or deliciously undefined — could wear their truth out loud. No filters. No shame. Just pure personality-on-fabric.
Every crop top, every bratop, every message is a mix of my madness and your courage — a wearable confession. A tease. A dare.
If you’ve ever been judged for being too much, too loud, too visible, too sexual, too bold — listen, babe:
You were always just enough.
This brand is for the ones who refuse to shrink.
For the ones who flirt with life.
For the beautifully complicated souls who would rather offend than hide.
So come — explore it, touch it, wear it.
Let your body be the billboard for your desire.
Carry your besharmi – Print it, Wear it, Flaunt it.
Because babe, you were never meant to blend in.
If you like my vibe, stalk me (I don’t mind ): @sunainaprajakt on Instagram
— With Besharam Love,
Sunaina Prajakt