“Even better,” Babita said, unfazed. “Sambhar is the new red lipstick. Bold. Comforting. Unexpected.”
Madhvi blinked. “But… I put sambhar in mine.” “Even better,” Babita said, unfazed
Babita had always believed that fashion was a quiet language—one that spoke before you ever opened your mouth. In the bustling Gokuldham Society, where gossip traveled faster than elevator doors could close, she became its most eloquent speaker. ” Babita said