When fabrics wrap and layer, studs slip in like quiet revelations—measured, minimal, necessary.
In summer's bare rhythm or winter’s wrapped silence, studs adjust—not in scale, but in sensibility.
Worn with sarees or sweatshirts, they never ask for approval—just space to belong.
Whether matte, stone-cut, or brushed gold, the surface of a stud speaks softly, but always in full sentences.
Each stud is not a trend but a pause—a tiny sculpture with its own weather and weight.