The slip

Ananya Rao came to her family's ancestral haveli in Banaras for a wedding.

She didn't come for him - Dev Malhotra, the rough‑handed mural restorer with paint on his skin and secrets in his eyes.

But when her saree slipped and he caught it first, a line was crossed.
Every pleat he fixed, every pallu he held, brought them closer to the moment they couldn't turn back from.

Because when the saree falls...

so do all the rules.