"You don't want to be a bride," Gunjan said softly. "You want to be a general. Wear this. Walk down the aisle like you own the battlefield."

One evening, after closing the gallery to a line of disappointed socialites, Gunjan sits alone in The Void. She touches a raw silk sari she's been saving for no one in particular.

Her phone buzzes. A text from an unknown number: "I have no events. No weddings. No parties. I just want to feel powerful while buying milk. Can you help?"

Her thesis was radical: Fashion should not be bought. It should be claimed.

Gunjan didn't greet her at the door. She sent a cup of cardamom tea and a note: "What are you running from?"

Because when you are the most demanded fashion and style gallery in the world, you don't dress the red carpet.

Celebrities whisper her name. Actresses cancel other designers for a chance to stand in The Void. But the true test of demand is the waiting list .