The dinner was nothing short of spectacular - the restaurant's interiors were illuminated with golden lights, and the buzz of celebration filled the air.
The private dining area had been transformed into a lively haven for the film crew, who were in high spirits after wrapping up a successful day of shooting.
Tripura found herself immersed in the warm camaraderie.
The director's booming laughter was contagious, and Ronit's relentless energy made sure no one could sit idle for long.----------------
The DJ spun upbeat tracks, and soon enough, the entire crew had gravitated towards the makeshift dance floor in the center of the room.
Ronit, the ever - charismatic male lead, wasn't one to miss an opportunity. He grabbed Tripura's hand, pulling her up from her seat.
"C'mon, my love, don't keep me waiting!" he teased with a wink, earning a chuckle from Tripura.
"Ronit, you're insufferable!" she said, laughing but allowing herself to be dragged to the floor.
The DJ transitioned into a lively Bollywood dance number, "London Thumakda" from Queen, and the energy in the room skyrocketed.
Ronit and Tripura broke into impromptu dance moves, matching the beats of the song. Ronit exaggerated his thumkas, making everyone laugh, while Tripura surprised the crowd with her elegant yet playful dance steps.
Aman couldn't resist joining them. "Tripura, you think you can outdance me? Challenge accepted!" he declared, jumping into the mix with over - the - top moves.
"Oh, please, Aman! You can't even keep up!" Tripura shot back, twirling gracefully before busting out some bhangra moves, leaving Aman mock - defeated.
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But amidst the laughter and playful jabs, her thoughts occasionally wandered to Ram.
Every time Ronit spun her around, her smile faltered for just a second.
She couldn't help but wonder what Ram was doing. Was he thinking about her too? Or was she just being silly?"Hey, you're zoning out, Tripura!" Ronit's voice brought her back.
"Huh? No, I'm not!" she protested, shaking her head and joining him in the chorus of the next track, "Gallan Goodiyan" from Dil Dhadakne Do.
Ronit leaned closer, smirking. "Someone special is occupying your thoughts. Am i the lucky one darling!" he winked laughing.
Tripura rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her laugh. "Focus on the dance, Ronit."
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Soon, the rest of the crew joined the trio. The director himself attempted some awkward dance moves, making everyone erupt into laughter.
Aman pulled two spot boys into the mix, who turned out to be incredible dancers, stealing the spotlight with their perfectly synchronized steps.
The DJ transitioned into a groovy number, "Abhi Toh Party Shuru Hui Hai" from Khoobsurat. Tripura and Ronit led the floor again, urging everyone to cheer louder and match their energy.
"Tripura, you're too good at this!" Aman said, breathless from dancing.
She grinned, patting his shoulder. "You're not so bad yourself. Just work on the coordination!"
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Layers of Us
General FictionIn a world where tradition dictates the heart, Tripura Nagrajan finds herself trapped in an arranged marriage she never wanted. A compassionate soul with a passion for animals and a thriving career as a psychologist, actress, and business tycoon, T...