The same contrasts sharply with the snowy whiteness of His skin. His wife, Devi Parvati, is the finest female deity of the Hindu pantheon. She is clad in a lehenga, as is the norm with rural women of the region which influences the painting. In His arms She stands securely, the eccentricities of His appearance endearing Him to Her even more. Intently they both gaze at the flowers which would soon be part of Her shringar.
Afore them is an ethereal vision of their intimacy. Upon the tiger-skin mat of Lord Shiva lies Devi Parvati in His arms. As He gazes skywards with Her nestling up to Him, She eyes Her husband with a great deal of wifely desire and devotion. So realistic is their stance that one could almost listen to the rustling of Her silk and the tinkling of Her pearls as She motions in His embrace.