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◦•●◉✿Tears are luxury, Not for everyone ✿◉●•◦ 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗵𝗶 𝗣𝗼𝘃 I woke up an hour ago but stayed on my bed, eyes closed, draped in my blanket. I clearly knew my mother was taunting downstairs but I made no move to get up until I heard her footsteps. I threw my blanket like a trained guard. I rushed into my bathroom and closed the door ever so lightly, and just the moment I opened the tap, she entered the room. "Are you in the bathroom?" she shouted from outside. I cleared my throat first before I spoke. "Yeah, what happened?" I hid my morning voice neatly with years of practice. "When did you wake up?" she questioned me from outside. "I don't remember," I replied, and she left—like always. I did my morning routine like a mad woman. I couldn’t dump the shit because I didn’t have my morning push water. I brushed my teeth and quickly took a shower. It becomes easier when you don’t have to wash your hair. I hurriedly dried my hair and draped a towel around me, quickly wore a tee an

◦•●◉✿ Who wants to leave, Leave either way. ✿◉●•◦𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗵𝗶 𝗣𝗼𝘃Despite being the worst morning of this month, somehow it’s not the worst day. Today is Friday, which means 𝗙𝗨𝗡 𝗗𝗔𝗬. Today our group is together which means— 🅽🅴🆆 🆁🅴🅴🅻.I’ve been looking at this trend for a long time now. It’s almost gone but— who cares? People have flooded my DMs for not doing this trend, and I just dropped a story for them to wait for THE BEST. And it can be us all together.It took me a good three hours to teach the choreo to our most tensed-up persons— 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃 and 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁.Today we specifically came to the mall to make this one specific dance reel. 𝗞𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗿 is a dancer, so of course he pulled it like a pro. As for 𝗧𝗮𝗻𝗺𝗮𝘆 and 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗶 — they are naturals.At first, I thought Tanmay would NEVER contribute himself for reels, but this guy blew my mind when he joined me randomly on Ta Ta Ta remix with the Bollywood song Cheez Badi H Mast.I was shocked by his skills. Our group

◦•●◉✿ If it's hard, It's life ✿◉●•◦ 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗵𝗶 𝗣𝗼𝘃 It's been a few weeks since the hot event that happened between me and my father. I got an earful from my mother and in the next three days, everyone forgot about it. Today was hectic, I had to do some new Chorus for the Upcoming Dance performance of the Film Fare Event. Teaching a celebrity could be hard and if that person is none other than Karan Johar. It's a tragedy. I don't understand why that guy doesn't stop at his Tea with Karan show. I mean, He is the worst Dancer if you ask me. Not because he dances worse; Cause he has so many excuses. Like seriously. Change this, Change that—and his 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 . It looks like someone pooped on his face . How can a person manage to give such horrible expressions. And on last Film Fare that guy said to Vicky Kaushal that he is not a good dancer. Not a Good Dancer!!! That guy is killing his profession so far, So good. I stopped in front of my house, I took a

◦•●◉✿I can buy clothes for others, but not mine✿◉●•◦ 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗵𝗶 𝗣𝗼𝘃 I’m done," I sighed heavily, stepping out of the trial room like a soldier returning from war. "We have 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 started! You’ve barely 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 ten dresses yet!" Preet exclaimed dramatically, resting her hands on her hips. "Where is the fashionista energy, huh?" "Shopping can be tiring. I second that," Pari said, nodding in agreement like a tired judge. I nodded too, fixing my top and pulling my jeans up properly. "See? Someone understands me." "At least tell us what you even want," Preet complained, flipping through hangers with exaggerated disappointment. "Shopping with no aim is useless—utterly useless." She held up two different dresses, waving them in my face like I was supposed to have an instant revelation. I scrunched my nose and shook my head. "How about Indo-Western?" Pari chimed in, showing us some really pretty pictures on her phone. I nodded immediately, but Preet shook her head so fast, I