I wonder at her, this vision so rare,
Chauhan moves like a dream through the air.
Her grace is a whisper, soft and profound,
A presence that echoes without a sound.

Her features, a blend of soft and sharp,
A heart-shaped face, with an elegant spark.
High cheekbones, sculpted and bold,
A jawline slender, a story untold.

Her eyes, deep pools of icy black,
So captivating, they pull me back.
A gaze so intense, yet tender and kind,
A mystery hidden, yet so easy to find.

Her complexion fair, a flawless light,
A contrast to the dark, both gentle and bright.
Her hair, so black, cascading with grace,
In sleek waves or loose, a soft embrace.


She moves with an aura, cinematic and strong,
Like something from another time, where dreams belong.
A modern-day siren, with nothing to hide,
Graceful in motion, with elegance as her guide.

Chauhan, a vision of beauty so true,
A muse of wonder, both old and new.
Her presence, a melody, soft yet so bright,
A timeless enchantment, in day and in night.