In the small city of Digboi, Assam, a group of six friends shared a small apartment that echoed with laughter and dreams. Ronit, at seventeen, was the youngest of the crew. His boundless energy made him the heart of their street dancing group. Om and Dharam were both eighteen, and they often acted like the older brothers of the group. Bijay, at nineteen, and bikash is seventeen, was a little more serious, while Sushmita, sweet sixteen and a dancer like the rest, had an infectious smile that could light up the dark corners of their lives

Despite their youthful hopes, life in Digboi was not easy. The streets they danced on were worn out, and many people didn't take street dancing seriously. The five friends had big dreams, but reality often felt heavy. Om and Bikash worked part-time at a local café. They spent their evenings balancing their shifts with dance rehearsals, their feet flying, spinning to the rhythm of their dreams

Ronit: he is fighting with dharam and Bijay I'm not wrong you both are wrong about dance

Dharam: you motherfuvker go fuck your mom

Bijay: Don't ever say a word about my mom you asshole

Om: stop you all

Bikash: Don't fight it's not good please stop it