Gulnaar

The monsoon doesn’t just whisper serenity — sometimes, it burns with passion. The sky weeps, but the earth sings in crimson. The deep red feels like wet rose petals on stone. A kind of boldness only the storm dares bring.

The storm has many moods. After the hush of mitti, comes the fire of Gulnaar. A rich cherry red that glows like monsoon roses — bold, drenched, and blooming with defiance. The silhouette flows like rainfall over earth. The embroidery? Like petals caught in the wind.

Gulnaar a tribute to every woman who wears her strength like color — loud, unapologetic, and unforgettable. A monsoon bloom from Saphire.