Muh dikhai rasam

Sun, 29 Jun 2025 22:24:16 +0000

Later that morning, Yukti was escorted to the courtyard, now transformed into a soft, royal lounge. Draped in a fresh maroon silk saree, her face veiled lightly with a netted dupatta, she sat gracefully on a swing decorated with mogra strings. Soft sitar music played in the background.