Our Story

We laugh softly, because they expect an army.
But the truth is simpler, smaller, and somehow bigger.

It’s me — one pair of hands doing the dreaming, the designing, the shooting, the editing. Every thread, every frame, every late-night idea is a piece of my breath stitched into the work.

It’s my appa — the quiet storm behind the scenes. Packing, planning, answering, lifting, holding everything steady with the kind of strength only a father carries. He is the spine of this story.

And a few models who never left — souls who held our madness like a shared secret.

That’s the whole universe behind what you see.
Tiny. Fierce. Real.

100,000 hearts in seven months — built by two women and sheer stubbornness.
No agency. No big team. Just creativity, sweat, and a mother’s unbreakable spine.

We came from nothing. Nights without certainty, days without rest.
She owned two salwars, yet borrowed money to buy me a ₹400 dress.

Now the world wears his fight.
His blood.
His legacy.

This isn’t a brand.
It’s survival — stitched into every bag we make.