Khwabeeda

Her nimble steps on marbled flooring through the latticed corridors her dupatta sprawling, Catching the laylight, shining at dusk, lending eloquence to her longings brusque.

She let her glossy waves loose over her slender shoulders, and with every cascading drape, abandoned her inhibitions too, the weaves, the motifs, tugged at her whimsical heart, speaking to her in fables anew.

Fables where the sepian hues played hide and seek with woven motifs over each, plated fold, with every tease she pined a little stronger, to unravel all the myriad secrets that these unfold. “set your soul alight by coming undone. What marks the difference between those nine yards and your dreams?” said Roli.

Often on sultry afternoons, Anahita wondered if she would ever have a chance to be a beautiful princess who lost herself in the winding corridors of castles built on dreams.

She did not have a royal legacy she could pass on to her daughter, but something more special Roli had in store- draping silks, chiffons and georgettes across Anahita’s delicate shoulders, gifted her a heritage of heirloom, peerless and pure.

We make custom-made lehangas, suits, shawls and stoles specially woven on order.