Holi party was in full swing—colors flying, laughter echoing, and the dhol beating in rhythm with the excitement.
In the middle of it all, on the makeshift stage, Chahat, Tiya, Jay, and Kiya stood confidently, ready for their dance performance. There was no trace of nervousness—only an unshakable excitement. The crowd, already charged with Holi spirit, cheered as the music blasted through the speakers.
Kiya, always the bossy one, took the lead, moving with perfect energy, her expressions matching every beat. She was in control, guiding the performance like a pro. Jay matched her effortlessly, his moves smooth and effortless, his smile wide. Chahat, always graceful, added elegance to their steps, making it look like a well-rehearsed act.
But the real showstopper? Tiya.
The moment the beat dropped, she abandoned all choreography and broke into her pagal dance. There was no logic, no coordination—just raw, uninhibited joy. She spun, jumped, flailed her arms, and made faces that sent the audience into hysterical laughter. But somehow, in all the madness, she was completely in sync with the spirit of Holi—wild, free, and utterly entertaining.
The guests clapped, whistled, and shouted their names. By the time the song ended, the four of them stood there, covered in more colors than before, panting but grinning.
Singhania himself walked up to them, laughing heartily. "That… was the best Holi performance I've seen! Especially you, Tiya. What was that dance called?"
Tiya, still catching her breath, grinned. "It's called 'dance like nobody's watching'."
And as the crowd erupted into laughter and applause, the four friends knew—they had made this Holi unforgettable.