Her saree? A fiery red vision dipped in heritage. Intricate gold embroidery wove its way across the drape like whispered secrets from royal Rajasthani corridors. Delicate dotted motifs danced across the fabric, while a shimmering golden lace flirted with the spotlight along the borders. It wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be. The drama lay in the details—subtle, sharp, and unapologetically luxurious.
Styled by the ever-so-astute Aastha Sharma, Nimrat’s look was a masterclass in letting the ensemble breathe. A full-sleeved blouse in the same shade kept the silhouette sleek and strong. Accessorising was kept strategic: antique gold chandbalis delivered the drama, while a lone cocktail ring whispered sophistication. No necklace, no fuss—just pure, focused fashion energy.
Her beauty game? Barely-there, but breathtaking. Dewy skin, softly flushed cheeks, and nude lips allowed her natural elegance to shine, while her kohl-rimmed eyes held that unmistakable old-world intensity. But the clincher was the sleek bun crowned with red roses—vintage Bollywood, reimagined with modern finesse. The roses weren’t just pretty; they were poetry.