Jolly: Yep, guys. Let's get back to the game. Spin the bottle...
(The bottle spins and lands on Abhi.)
Jolly (grinning): Abhi, it's your turn.
Abhi (internal monologue): Finally… my turn. Give me a dare—dare me to kiss her, !
Youngest Brother (eagerly): I'll take this one! Truth or dare?
Abhi: Dare.
Youngest Brother (mischievously): Then your dare is… an intimate dance with my sister.
Ishana (confused and annoyed): Wait, why me? I didn't agree to that!
Jolly: Of course, it has to be you. Who else? How could you leave your husband and make him dance with another woman?
Ishana (coldly): First of all, he isn't my husband.
And second—if he wanted to leave me for another woman, he can.
Abhi (hurt): What do you mean? You think I'd dance with someone else?
Ishana (shrugs): You can if you want. I don't mind.
Jolly (interjecting): Whoa, calm down. It's just a game! Don't kill the vibe over one dance.
Youngest Brother: Yeah, you two are spoiling the atmosphere. Just get on the dance floor already.
Yash: Come on, it's not that deep. Just do the dance and move on.
Second Brother: Seriously, stop arguing over small stuff.
Ishana (folding her arms): I'm not the one arguing—he is!
Abhi (sighs): Fine. I'm the one. Happy now?
(He grabs a bottle of whiskey and drinks the whole thing in one go.)
Ishana (challenging): You think you're the only one who can drink?
(She grabs a bottle of wine and starts gulping it.)
Abhi (worried): Hey, stop drinking. You'll get drunk.
Jolly (cheering): Stage is all yours now, lovers. Go melt the floor!
🎵 [Dance Floor – Lights Dim, Music Starts Playing]
Abhi (narrating): She didn't stop. Her cheeks were flushed. I walked up to her and gently held her hands to help her stand.
(She stumbled slightly—her balance off.)
Abhi: Easy… you're not even able to stand.
(He guides her to the center of the floor, his hand on her waist, her hands resting heavily on his shoulders. The music swells around them. Slowly, they begin to sway.)
(She stares into his eyes… then lets her hands drift down his chest.)
Ishana (in a low voice): You've got a good figure. Let me take a closer look…
Abhi (startled): What?! You're drunk, wifee. Don't blame me tomorrow morning!
(She giggles and starts unbuttoning his shirt—fingers fumbling.)
Abhi (startled, looks around): What the—?
(But everyone else has already passed out around the room—too much alcohol, too many dares. The two of them are alone now.)
(Abhi gently catches her hands and pauses. There's a moment of silence. The atmosphere shifts. He leans in, slowly… his lips just inches from hers—)
SMACK!
(She slaps him—hard.)
Abhi (shocked): What the—?! Why did you slap me?
Ishana (breathing heavily): You… can't do this. Stay away!
(She stumbles back, dizzy.)
Ishana (internal monologue): What am I doing? I can't fall for him. I can't make my life more complicated than it already is…
(She loses her balance and begins to fall.)
Abhi (rushing forward): You can't even stand properly!
(He catches her in his arms just before she hits the ground. She rests against him, semi-conscious, breathing softly.)
Abhi (quietly): I never meant to hurt you... But why do I feel like you're already slipping away?