The Day Before – The Unexpected Twist
Just when we thought things had settled, an unexpected announcement shook us.
"The Singhanias are inviting media personnel this time," Aman informed us, reading off his phone. "It's going to be all over social media."
A collective gasp went through the room.
Suddenly, the stakes felt even higher. This wasn't just a party anymore—it was a public event, one where cameras would be rolling and photos would be plastered across every platform.
"We have to be perfect," Bella whispered, her voice filled with newfound determination.
"Relax, Bella, you're not walking the red carpet," Tiya teased.
But deep down, we all felt it—the pressure, the excitement, the nervous energy of knowing that tomorrow, we wouldn't just be part of a party. We'd be part of something much bigger.
The Final Countdown
The night before the party, last-minute preparations took over. Outfits were laid out, accessories were arranged, and every possible beauty routine was attempted—some more successfully than others.
Bella's attempt at a DIY face mask ended in disaster when she accidentally used the wrong ingredient and ended up with a mild rash.
Tiya laughed until she nearly cried. "Now that's what I call karma for over-prepping!"
With the final hours ticking away, exhaustion finally won over excitement. But as we drifted off to sleep, one thought remained in our minds:
Tomorrow was going to be an unforgettable day.
And none of us were ready for the chaos that was about to unfold.
Chapter: The Dramatic Dress Hunt
Bella, Tiya, and Chahat strolled through the bustling market, their eyes scanning racks of festive outfits. The mission? Finding the perfect Holi party look for Chahat. But Bella had other plans—ones that involved drama, flair, and a fashion show of epic proportions.
"Try this!" Bella shoved a heavy embroidered Anarkali into Chahat's arms.
Minutes later, Chahat stepped out, nearly drowning in layers of fabric. Bella clapped in delight. "You look like a royal queen!"
Chahat groaned. "I feel like a walking tent."
Next came a pastel lehenga, followed by a saree, then an Indo-western jumpsuit. Each time, Bella gasped theatrically, Tiya laughed, and Chahat sighed in exhaustion.
After what felt like hours, Bella finally handed over a white co-ord set—with palazzo pants, paired with a sheer embroidered cape. The moment Chahat slipped into it, everything fell into place.
She stepped out, poised and radiant. The fabric draped around her effortlessly, the silver threadwork catching the light with each movement. The subtle elegance, the perfect balance of modern and traditional—it was exactly what she needed.
Tiya grinned. "Now this is it."
Bella, dramatically wiping away fake tears, declared, "My work here is done."
Chahat laughed, finally relieved. Now, all that was left was to enjoy the party.