Aarav sat cross-legged on the floor, tabla in front of him, experimenting with beats. Meera stood at her easel, sketching the outlines of a peacock, its tail feathers blending into swirls inspired by the tabla's rhythm.
"Meera, your strokes are too slow," Aarav said, glancing up. "Speed it up. Match the tempo."
Meera frowned, pausing mid-stroke. "My strokes are fine. Maybe your beats are too fast."
"They're not fast; they're dynamic," Aarav countered, smirking. "It's called style. Ever heard of it?"
"Oh, I've heard of it," Meera shot back, setting down her brush. "I just didn't know 'random chaos' counted as style."
The story will revolve around the close-knit group navigating college life, their budding romances, and their individual struggles with family expectations.