(Nick stands awkwardly at the back, trying to call someone for the fifth time. No answer. He groans.)
LUCA
(noticing)
"Still ghosted by Tia?"
NICK
"Yeah, bro. One little argument at the airport and now I can't even talk to her."
LUCA
"What'd you even say?"
NICK
"I didn't said much she just got mood swing like out of nowhere she was like were this relationship is going to be...you are just a playboy no future of this, and i said yes it's just a time pass."
(Cut to Tia standing near Ishana, arms folded, clearly fuming but looking stunning as ever.)
TIA
(to Pooja)
"I don't even care. He can go marry whoever he want ."
POOJA
(sipping her drink)
"Girl, let him sweat. He deserves to feel like the rejected trolley at baggage claim."
(They giggle. Nick, watching from afar, is mouthing "I'm sorry" while pretending to dance. It's… awkward.)
(And then there's Daniel… nervously approaching Pooja.)
DANIEL
(scratching his head)
"Hey. Uh… Can we talk?"
POOJA
(arms crossed)
"Oh, now you wanna talk? It's only been, what, 1 weeks since Club Night chaos?"
DANIEL
(quietly)
"I was an idiot. I drank too much. I didn't mean for it to get… that far."
POOJA
(dry)
"You mean the part where we ended up in club room or the part where you ghosted me the next morning like a bad Tinder date?"
(A few nearby friends oof under their breath. Daniel rubs his face.)
DANIEL
(softly)
"I panicked. But I haven't stopped thinking about it. Or you."
(Pooja stares at him a moment. Then grabs his collar and pulls him close—just enough to whisper…)
POOJA
"One more stunt like that and I'll write with henna 'LOSER' on your forehead."
(Daniel grins sheepishly. The tension softens. She lets go but doesn't walk away. They stay close.)
The Groups Begin to Merge…
(Abhi's boys and Ishana's girls are mingling now. The energy is electric. Laughter, flirting, teasing... it's all happening.)
KRISH
(to Pooja, nodding at Daniel)
"So are you two official now, or is this still a 'just-friends-who-made-a-mistake-once-but-who-knows' thing?"
POOJA
(sipping her drink)
"It's undefined with a chance of drama."
SOPHIA
(laughing)
"Just like my last relationship!"
MAYA
(to Nick, smirking)
"If Tia doesn't forgive you tonight, you're gonna end up this relationship which was already going no where'."
NICK
(sighing)
"I'll do anything. Even get henna on my forehead that says 'Property of Tia'."
YASH
(watching all the drama unfold)
"Man, this wedding is better than Netflix."
MIDDLE BROTHER
(nodding)
"Yep. And the emotional damage is free."
YOUNGEST BROTHER
(pointing at nick)
"Look! He's sweating more than Daniel at a truth-or-dare game!"
( "Back on the stage abhi and ishana sitting together and watching all of them clearing there mess while teasing each othere, he was thinking when could he openly talk with her and clear it out too.. And start there marriage life as a normal couple.. Where as ishana thinking isn't it beautiful... Looking at your friends finding the perfect partner... Huhh no wonder why i still don't wanna marry... Abhi is definitely be the best option but..... Ishana tomorrow you are already getting married what are you doing".)
ROCKY
(from the crowd)
"Awww, look at that! And here I thought Abhi only held hands with spreadsheets."
SONALI
"Don't tease him! He's finally acting like a man in love."
RASHMI
"Yup. The kind of man who just realized he's going to be the little spoon for life."
(Everyone laughs again. The music gently transitions. A henna artist steps forward with a beautiful tray, filled with cones and little gold bowls. The room falls into a hush.)
(Abhi and Ishana sit side by side on the stage. She leans closer. Whispers.)
ISHANA
"You ready for this?"
ABHI
(smiling, whispering back)
"Only if I can get your name hidden in my henna too."
ISHANA
(with a wink)
"If you find it, I'll let you win the dance-off."
(*Cheers erupt again. As the henna ceremony begins, the teasing slows down, replaced by warmth. The music turns traditional, the crowd settles into the moment, and for a while—it's just two people, in love, surrounded by people who can't stop roasting them.)
(The music fades out, lights dim, and the air smells faintly of rosewater and sandalwood. The henna ceremony has ended, but the energy hasn't. Friends swarm Ishana and Abhi like bees around mithai.)
ISHANA
(half-laughing, half-whining)
"I'm already dressed! How many times do you people want me to turn into a bridal butterfly? I'm tired. I'm dying."
POOJA
(grinning)
"Sweetie, sangeet = selfies = no excuses. You're not dying. You're getting married. Big difference."
ABHI
(walking with Mark toward the hallway, loosening his kurta collar)
"Is it too late to fake a food allergy and skip the next 4 hours?"
MARK
"Too late, bro. You ain't skipping this."
INT. DRESSING ROOMS – LATER
(Abhi is being tortured—sorry, "styled"—by cousins, while Ishana is being glammed up again against her will. Both eventually emerge, looking like a Vogue India cover and a helpless finance bro in equal parts.)
– SANGEET NIGHT – 10:00 PM
(Fairy lights sparkle like tiny stars. A floral stage waits eagerly. And then… the music starts.)
🎶 Song: Tum Na Ho – Opening Performance
KHUSHI and MARK (Ishana's cousin and his wife) take the stage.
A soft spotlight glows as they glide onto the dancefloor. Romantic. Effortless. They twirl, dip, and smile like they're still in their honeymoon phase. The audience melts. It's the perfect emotional appetizer.
🎶 Second Performance: Ishq Hua – Ishana's Parents
Everyone "awwws" as her parents come on stage, a little stiff but adorably in sync.
Her mom winks mid-spin, and her dad tries to keep up, tongue sticking out in concentration. They're not perfect, but the crowd is roaring with applause.
🎶 Third Performance: Humko Hami Se Chura Lo – Abhi's Parents
Now this is unexpected.
Abhi's dad pulls off a moonwalk while his mom sways like she's 25 again. They lock hands, steal glances, and leave the audience stunned and clapping like crazy.
🎶 Group Mashup: Desi Daru + London Thumakda + Gallan Goodiyan
The crowd explodes as Krish, Luca, Pooja, Nick, Daniel, Tia, and a chaotic ensemble flood the floor.
There's shoving, wild thumkas, fake flirting, Nick nearly spraining his ankle, and Tia pretending she didn't just smile at him for real.
Total chaos. Total fun.
Time Check: 2:00 AM
Abhi and Ishana are slumped side by side, half-asleep on a velvet couch, glitter in their hair, eyes barely open.
POOJA
(running in, clapping)
"Rise and shine, bride and groom! You're up next!"
ISHANA
(mumbling)
"I'll dance in my dreams…"
ABHI
"Can I swap this for a honeymoon nap?"
But there's no escape. Everyone drags them to the stage.
🎶 FINAL PERFORMANCE: Bin Tere – Abhi & Ishana
The music starts, soft and haunting.
Ishana stands in a black glittery-border lehenga, swaying gently.
Abhi, in a deep charcoal kurta with silver embroidery, blinks the sleep from his eyes and steps forward.
At first… they just stand. Shy.
Then—
ABHI
(whispers)
"Come here."
He pulls her into his arms with a soft, protective tug.
The crowd vanishes for a second. The world hushes.
Just them.
Just that rhythm.
As the lyrics begin:
"Hai kya ye jo tere mere darmiyaan hai..."
"Andekhi, unsuni koi dastaan hai..."
—it's like they're not dancing to the music, but with it. Each movement feels unspoken, unrehearsed, natural. A conversation through rhythm.
Abhi twirls Ishana gently. She spins like she belongs nowhere else.
Her lehenga fans out . glitter catching the lights. His hand slides up to her waist, hers rests on his chest.
They sway.
They smile.
They feel it.
A shared look. A heartbeat.
It's not perfect. It's not trained.
But it's theirs.
Somewhere in the crowd:
KRISH
(dramatic whisper)
"Okay, now I believe in soulmates."
TIA
(softly)
"Me too…"
As the song ends, the room erupts in applause. But Abhi and Ishana are still just… standing there, foreheads resting against each other.
ISHANA
(softly)
"Guess we can dance, huh?"
ABHI
(grinning)
"Only when it's with you."
(The spotlight returns to Abhi and Ishana, but this time, something's different. The soft notes of "Tere Sang Yaara" by Atif Aslam begin to play. The crowd hushes again With once more. This isn't a performance now—it's a confession.)
🎶 "Tere Sang Yaara" – Romantic Couple Dance by Abhi & Ishana
(The air thickens with romance. A soft golden spotlight bathes the stage as the couple takes center again. Ishana's hand slides gently into Abhi's. He pulls her in slowly, tenderly, like it's the first time they've touched all evening.)
Verse Begins:
"Tere sang yaara, khush rang bahara…"
Abhi leads her into a soft spin, one hand placed delicately on her lower back, the other lifting her hand with elegant control. Ishana smiles—wide, vulnerable, real.
She sways against him, cheek near his shoulder, letting the soft instrumental beats guide her.
A slow dip. Abhi lowers her with care, their eyes locked the entire time.
On the beat drop, he lifts her up into a smooth turn, her lehenga blooming like a monsoon flower.
(As the chorus flows—)
"Main tera ho jau jo tu kar de ishara…"
He wraps his arms around her from behind, their bodies swaying as one.
She closes her eyes, resting her head back against his chest.
They walk a small circle, in complete sync, the crowd gone insane.
At one point, she places his hand over her heart, smiling softly.
Abhi kisses her forehead.
Audience Reaction:
Whispers of "wow" And cheering for them
Pooja wipes away a tear. Even Krish is speechless. Ishana's mom grabs her dad's hand and squeezes it.
(Final beats arrive. They stop dancing. They just hold each other. Foreheads together. A breath shared. The music fades.)
🎶 "Bheegi Si Bhaagi Si" – Nick & Tia Take the Stage
(The silence breaks with a burst of claps—until suddenly, Nick grabs the mic.)
NICK
(pleading)
"Tia. One song. Just one. Please. Let me prove I'm not completely hopeless."
(The crowd chants. "Dance! Dance!" Tia rolls her eyes but walks up slowly.)
TIA
(smirking)
"You get one chance. Don't mess it up."
Music: "Bheegi Si Bhaagi Si" starts
(Nick offers his hand dramatically like a theater kid. Tia takes it, reluctantly—but her smile is unmistakable.)
The song kicks in, playful and cheeky.
Nick leads with a goofy moonwalk, mimicking Shah Rukh Khan, and Tia bursts out laughing.
She takes over with smooth, graceful spins, pulling Nick close just as he's about to trip.
They circle each other flirtatiously, stealing glances, slowly syncing their steps.
Nick twirls her, then fake-drops to one knee, hands to his heart.
Tia responds by yanking him up and spinning him, flipping the script with sass.
The chemistry is electric: a mix of clumsy, chaotic love and effortless charm.
Final moment:
Nick holds Tia close, cheek to cheek, and whispers something. She chuckles, leans in, and kisses him on the cheek.
Crowd erupts.
Krish fake-faints.
Pooja screams, "IT'S HAPPENINGGG."
🎶 "Ishq Sufiyana" – Daniel & Pooja's Breath-Stealing Duet
(The stage dims. A single spotlight. The air becomes thick with mystery. As the haunting notes of "Ishq Sufiyana" begin, Pooja steps out in a deep maroon anarkali, eyes closed, arms wide like a goddess in motion. Daniel follows—shirt crisp, jaw set, but his eyes only on her.)
No dialogue. Just silence. Just feeling.
Their movements are deliberate, flowing like water.
Daniel twirls her slowly, reverently, like he's worshipping her with every step.
They perform mirrored steps, facing opposite directions, but in exact sync—showing the tension between them.
Then, on the chorus, they collide at the center, hands locking, hearts pounding.
The big moment: Daniel lifts her gently—slow, ethereal—she arches backward, eyes closed, arms stretching out like wings.
He lowers her with care, and they spin into a tight embrace.
A whisper of a kiss—forehead to forehead.
Crowd holds their breath.
Not a sound.
Then… thunderous applause.
Pooja bows slightly. Daniel bows to her. Respect. Chemistry. Closure? Or something new? Nobody knows yet. But it's real.
3:00 AM
Everyone's back on the floor. Friends dancing, aunties gossiping, uncles fighting over the last laddoo.
Abhi and Ishana sit quietly again. Ishana looks at everyone. Then at him.
ISHANA
(softly)
"I thought I didn't want this. But… I think I just didn't want it to feel like a duty."
ABHI
"And now?"
ISHANA
"Now? It feels like… us."
ABHI
"Messy, dramatic, unscripted?"
ISHANA
"Exactly."
(They smile. In the background, the DJ switches to "Galliyaan" remix. Everyone groans, then cheers, running back to the dancefloor one last time.)
FADE OUT
Henna drying. Hearts softening.
Tomorrow, there's a wedding.
Tonight? It was magic.