The rhythm of the tabla echoed through the dimly lit dance studio, reverberating against the mirrors that lined the walls. Ronit, an 18-year-old dancer with soft features and gentle hands, twirled gracefully, the vibrant colors of his costume flowing with each movement. Dance was his world, a sanctuary that shielded him from the complexities of life outside these four walls. He had been teaching at the local dance school for a year, and his passion was rivaled only by his bond with his 16-year-old best friend, Sushmita

They had been dancing together since childhood, their feet instinctively knowing the rhythm of each other’s hearts. Sushmita was a firecracker, her bright personality lighting up the room as she entered. Today, however, something felt amiss. Her eyes darted nervously, and her usually effervescent spirit seemed dampened

Ronit: he is teaching dance to students while looking at them mhhh Jo no no do that step perfactly