She walks not just in fabric, but in feeling.

Wrapped in centuries of tradition, draped in the whispers of her foremothers.

Each thread spun with love, each fold a memory waiting to be lived again.

She glows — not just in gold and silk — but in the quiet strength of her story.

She is a Ritvi bride. A muse of elegance. A keeper of dreams.

In her every step, heritage dances. In her every glance, beauty lingers.