As the music started, we struggled to find our rhythm and be in sync with each other. Our feet shuffled and our bodies twisted, but slowly we began to fall into step. Like that, we finished our practice for the day and made a plan to meet at the dance studio every morning before work for extra practice. With tired but satisfied smiles, we bid farewell to each other and began to exit the studio. But before I could leave, Radha stopped me and asked if I had noticed anything different. Confused, I told her I hadn't. She chuckled and pointed out that I was still wearing my Anarkali dress instead of changing into my regular men's wear. Embarrassed, I went back inside to change into my trousers and t-shirt. As we all left for the day on our own vehicles, we agreed to meet at the office at 11:30 AM sharp. The sun shone brightly as we went our separate ways, eager for another day of dancing together.

As we counted down the days to Euphoria, our two-week preparation became more intense. At work, we were all just going through the motions, anxiously waiting for the big event. Meanwhile, Radha and I spent our evenings chilling and taking our Euphoria preparations seriously. She even gifted me two new dresses to wear during practice, determined to make sure I looked my best on stage.

On the day of the performance, Radha came to my room early in the morning, bursting with excitement. She whisked me off to a beauty parlor where a skilled beautician worked her magic on me.

The beautician expertly plucks and shapes the eyebrows, creating clean, defined arches. She then moves on to waxing, gently applying and removing the warm wax from various parts of the body. Now, the skin is smooth and glowing, with a satin-like finish. The beautician carefully pierces the ears, attaching small glimmering studs. She then works on the hair, expertly adding extensions and braiding it into a long, thick braid. As I look in the mirror, I see a beautiful girl with long hair and a confident smile, wearing a t-shirt and shorts.

The beautician's steady hands meticulously shaped my brows, her tools plucking each hair with precision. The wax glided effortlessly over my skin, leaving behind a smooth, silky surface. As she worked on my ears, I watched in the mirror as small silver hoops were carefully placed, adding a delicate touch to my appearance. My hair was a flurry of movement as she attached extensions and braided it into a long, elegant braid.

The beautician carefully shapes my brows, using tiny tweezers to remove stray hairs. As she pulls the wax strips off my legs and arms, my skin is left smooth and shiny, like satin in the light. She pierces my ears with a gentle touch and attaches extensions to my hair, carefully weaving them in and styling my long braid. I look in the mirror and see a beautiful girl, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, with a long braid cascading down her back.

My teammates arrived at the parlor and their gasps of admiration made me blush uncontrollably. They showered me with compliments and it felt like a dream come true. All of our hard work and preparation had paid off – I was ready to shine on stage at Euphoria.

P.S: This is purely a fictional and my own story.. Do not repost this story without my consent.