Six months later, Mumbai's fashion elite gathered under the vaulted ceiling of the Royal Opera House, the same Opera House where an old singer had once performed a thumri for a bride on the verge of love. Tonight, the stage did not hold a single woman with a tanpura. Tonight, the stage was a runway, and the woman who walked its length at the finale was not a singer but a designer. A designer who had risen from the ashes of a crumbling dynasty and built something entirely her own.
The Phoenix launch collection was called "Fire and Salt."
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