In a saree sheer, she moves with grace,
Long black hair frames her lovely face.
With friends beside her, strides so light,
A beauty blooming, soft and bright.

Her face a canvas, pure and fair,
A timeless charm, beyond compare.
Her figure's curve, a flawless line,
Each step she takes, a dance divine.

But hidden truths may lie beneath,
Behind the veil of her beauty’s sheath.
What if her heart holds bitter words,
Or envy’s shade,...