She wore a deep maroon Katan silk sharee, its zari border catching fire in the setting sun. But she’d styled it differently—a black leather belt at the waist, a cropped denim jacket over her shoulders, and her mother’s antique silver jhumkas brushing her collarbone. Her lips were a muted brick red; her bindi a slim black teardrop.
She wore a deep maroon Katan silk sharee, its zari border catching fire in the setting sun. But she’d styled it differently—a black leather belt at the waist, a cropped denim jacket over her shoulders, and her mother’s antique silver jhumkas brushing her collarbone. Her lips were a muted brick red; her bindi a slim black teardrop.