Roma Abbas, the boss herself, out in the first rain.
Our story
Meet Roma Abbas.
For as long as anyone in our family can remember, Roma Abbas has been everyone's favourite person, and the one you call before a wedding. Not just our weddings; cousins, neighbours, friends of friends. She would find the fabric, argue the price, judge the fall of a dupatta at ten paces, and send you off looking better than you had any right to. For decades, all of that expertise was free.
Then cancer arrived. She fought it for years, the way she does everything: with faith, courage and a smile that never quite leaves her face. She won. And back on her feet, somewhere in her fifties, she finally asked the question nobody else had thought to ask: why was the family's best eye for clothes working for free?
House of Amroha is her answer. Entirely her venture: owned by her, run by her. She sources every piece, checks every stitch and hem herself, sets the prices, packs the parcels, and replies to every message, often with a voice note longer than your order. What you get is what she would put her own daughters in. Nothing less clears her bar.
How she runs things
The house rules
Fabrics she would wear herself
If a cotton scratches, a seam puckers or a colour looks tired, it does not enter the shop. She checks by hand, not by photo.
Fair prices, no drama
Honest rates, clearly written. No fake sale timers, no games. If something costs more, she will happily tell you exactly why.
Packed like it is going to family
Every order is folded, wrapped and sent the way she sends clothes to her own people, because as far as she is concerned, you now are.
The name on the door
Why Amroha?
Amroha is our ancestral home, an old city in Uttar Pradesh known for its poets, its craftspeople and its unhurried sense of style. Jaun Elia and Rais Amrohvi wrote here; Kamal Amrohi carried its name into cinema. It is a place where elegance was never something you bought, it was something you simply had.
This house carries that inheritance. The clothes are for today; the eye that picks them was trained in Amroha.
Come see what she picked
The rack changes when she finds something worth adding, and only then.
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