In a dimly lit, smokey lounge bar, Madhuri sat across from a gentleman on the couch. Their giggles were tuned out by the techno sounds playing as ambient music. She nervously twirled her hair, reciprocated by him rubbing his hands together. Their conversation flowed from her possibly designing an outfit for him to how she likes dancing in her room alone and her experience of her first-ever solo trip to Goa. Unless you joined them at their table, you would never know—they were both blindfolded with a crimson satin cloth.