Indhu's pov
Sundays always feel lighter, like the world itself takes a deep breath. That day, V5 decided not to waste it. No studying, no stress—just us, going out together and ending the day at a dance event we'd been excited about all week.
Everything was perfect until we reached the ticket counter.
Swetha froze.
"I— I can't find my purse."
The words landed like a dropped plate. She searched her bag again, faster this time, panic flashing in her eyes. I stepped closer immediately.
"Hey, it's okay," I said, trying to sound calmer than I felt. "We'll figure something out. I can pay."
I checked my bag… and my heart sank. I'd spent my money on food earlier.
Aditya sighed. "Same. Food."
Rohan looked up proudly. "Toys."
Charlotte adjusted her bag straps. "Travel charges."
We all slowly turned toward Swetha.
So yeah. Only the person who lost the purse had the money.
Instead of panicking, Adi and I walked up to the counter and explained everything honestly. The lady there listened carefully, then called her manager. He arrived almost instantly, looked at us for a second, and smiled.
"You kids want to enjoy the event, right?" he said. "Here's a deal. Help out at the dance area for a while, and you earn your tickets. No money needed."
I don't think any of us had ever agreed so fast in our lives.
Adi, Charlotte, and I were put in charge of unboxing and moving equipment. Boxes everywhere, dust on our hands, but somehow we worked perfectly in sync—passing, lifting, organizing like we'd done it a hundred times before.
Rohan and Swetha handled people. Helping with outfits, handing out flyers, talking nonstop. Honestly, they were perfect for it—Rohan with his dramatic expressions and Swetha with her natural confidence.
By the end, we were tired, sweaty, and ridiculously proud. We'd earned enough to cover the tickets. Swetha paid, smiling so wide I thought her cheeks might hurt.
When the concert started, there was an announcement: anyone could perform before the main singer arrived.
Of course, we couldn't sit still.
I went up first. My legs shook, but once I started singing, everything else faded away. The lights, the noise—just the song and the feeling. I heard my friends cheering, and that gave me courage.
Then Aditya. His voice was calm, deep, and steady—like he was telling a story only he understood, and we were lucky enough to hear it.
Swetha followed, completely owning the stage, her voice full of energy and confidence.
Charlotte and Rohan cheered the loudest, recording everything on my camera, shouting our names like proud managers.
For a moment, it felt unreal—like something out of a drama scene. But not copied. Not scripted. Messier. Louder. Ours. The kind of memory you don't plan but never forget.
Later, the main singers came on, and we danced like nothing else mattered. Lights everywhere, music in our bones, laughter spilling out without effort.
On our way back, we stopped at a temporary tattoo stall. It took exactly two minutes for us to decide—matching tattoos.
Swetha chose a star.
Rohan chose a star… with a face. Of course.
Charlotte picked a butterfly.
I chose a pink rose.
Aditya looked at the options, then picked a moon intertwined with a rose.
I raised an eyebrow. "Why is yours similar to mine, Adi?"
He leaned closer, smiling, and nudged my shoulder. "Best friends don't copy, Indhu. We match."
I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling too.
We took a group photo with my camera, all of us showing our tattoos, laughing mid-shot. When I got home, I printed it and pinned it on my wall. Right where I could see it every day.
And just when we thought the day couldn't get any funnier—on our way back to where we'd started—we spotted Swetha's purse.
Sitting peacefully on a bus stand bench.
We stared at it for two seconds… then burst out laughing.
That day had music, chaos, coincidences, and a little magic. Not perfect. Not dramatic in a movie way.
But perfectly, unmistakably us.