Sarah had spent most of her childhood in deprivation.She had only two pair of dresses. A schooldress and other a more informal one. She would take care to wash and iron it with care so that it would always look new. She was often bullied because of her clothes.The rich kids of school could not understand why she wore the dresses stitched by her mother.The concept of a Mom
on sewing machine and spend hours and hours of her time,efforts and love poured into each knot, stitch made was an alien thing to them. Even Saarah herself could not understand the depth of her Mother's affection at that time. 
She would daily see beautiful dresses displayed on the mannequins in the shops, while returning home from school and curse herself for being born in such a poor family. 
The desire to own a designer dress had increased as she turned into a beautiful young woman. Finally she graduated and got an internship where she earned barely enough to make her ends meet.
Arnav saw Saarah first time beside Meena bazaar's showroom.He just stared at her while Saarah admired that pink gown in display.Saarah knew she couldn't afford it yet but she could still try it and then return it.Just to get a feel of it. It was a baby pink gown with not a very deep neckline but with minimalist stone work on the net...