The vibrant echoes of the Holi party at the Singhania estate had faded, replaced by the quiet hum of the city at dawn. The colors had washed away, but the memories remained—some joyful, some chaotic, and some that left lingering questions in their hearts.
Chahat & Mehendi's Apartment
Chahat groaned as she stretched on the couch, her arms sore from dancing. She hadn't even made it to her bed last night. Instead, she had collapsed right in the living room, still in her loosely tied hair and slightly faded kurta.
Mehendi, ever the early riser, was already at the kitchen counter, preparing ginger tea. Unlike Chahat, she had managed to clean up and change into fresh clothes before sleeping. "You need this," she said, handing over a cup to Chahat, who gratefully took it.
Chahat winced. "My whole body hurts. Who told me to dance like that?"
Mehendi smirked. "No one. But did that stop you? No. Also, you should see the videos Tiya posted last night. Kiya was in full drama mode."
Chahat took a sip of tea and grinned. "That's Kiya for you. If there's a camera, she's going to make sure she's the star."
Mehendi sat beside her. "And what about you? The way Jay was hovering around you, people might start thinking something is going on."
Chahat's expression changed for a split second, but she quickly covered it up. "Jay? Please. He's just—Jay. We argue more than we talk properly."
Mehendi raised an eyebrow. "That's how all drama serial couples start."
Chahat threw a cushion at her. "Shut up and let me enjoy my tea in peace!"
Jay's House
Jay woke up with a splitting headache. Holi had been a blast, but it had also been exhausting. He ran a hand through his messy hair, staring at the ceiling.
His phone buzzed. A message from Kiya.
Kiya:I know you're ignoring me, but we need to talk.
Jay sighed. He wasn't ignoring her. He was just—processing. Kiya had been acting weird at the party, sticking close to him, making sarcastic comments whenever Chahat was around. He had seen the look in her eyes—something between irritation and jealousy.
Before he could reply, his mother knocked on the door. "Get up, Jay! You have responsibilities, not just parties!"
He groaned. Holi was over, but reality was back.
Kiya's House
Kiya paced in her room, her phone clutched in her hand. She had sent Jay a message, but he hadn't replied yet. Not that she expected him to.
She was still annoyed about last night. The way he had laughed with Chahat, the way he had spent more time near her than with Kiya—she had noticed it all. And it had stung.
Tiya had warned her not to act childish, but Kiya couldn't help it. She hated feeling like she was being left behind.
Her phone finally pinged.
Jay:Talk about what?
Kiya frowned. He was acting distant. Maybe it was just the hangover. Maybe it was something else. Either way, she needed to figure it out.
Tiya's House
Unlike the others, Tiya had no regrets from the party. She had enjoyed every moment—especially capturing everyone's most embarrassing Holi moments on her phone.
Sipping on her smoothie, she scrolled through her posts. The video of Kiya's overdramatic performance had gotten the most reactions.
She smirked. "At least someone knows how to entertain."
Just then, her mom peeked into her room. "Tiya, what are you smiling about?"
"Nothing, just social media drama," Tiya replied with a grin.
Her mom shook her head. "As long as you're not causing it."
Tiya chuckled. "No promises."
She stretched and leaned back. Drama was brewing among her friends, and she had front-row seats. This was going to be fun.