Ravisha

On the morning of Eid, when the house is still quiet and the sunlight slips softly through the curtains, she reaches for Ravisha.

A vibrant fuchsia pink — bold, alive — like dil ki dhadkan on a festive day. The self-embossed soft organza catches the light tenderly, layered over a premium cotton silk slip that feels like whispered luxury. The crushed palazzos move with quiet grace, each step fluid and unforced. But it is the neckline that holds the gaze. Floral resham embroidery blooms across the front and back, rising like a garland of roses, intricately adorned with prism crystals, diamantes, and uncut rubies.  Like heirloom jewels resting at the collarbone.

The cotton net dupatta falls around her shoulders. the scalloped borders tracing poetry in the air while delicate resham and sequins embroidery shimmers — jaise chand raat ke baad pehli subah ki roshni.