The city square was buzzing. Lanterns flickered, and the streets glimmered with evening light. Mani walked with a spring in his step, carrying the lingering magic of his heart for Laya. He felt it — this wasn't just love anymore; it was admiration, excitement, and a little theatrical flair.
"Hey leader, you're the love leader,
My heart beats for you.
Hey leader, the source of everyone's happiness,
Your gaze increases the pressure."
Laya appeared at the fountain, laughing as Krishna and Ashik playfully jostled each other nearby. Even Shalini and Monal were spinning in tiny impromptu dances, mimicking heroic poses. Mani felt the world swirl around him, yet all focus was on Laya.
"Today, today, the king is coming,
Ready to plant a kiss on your lips.
You're the one, the unique leader,
Coming and capturing my heart.
You're my life, my leader,
Smiling and making me go crazy."
As Mani approached, Laya's eyes sparkled mischievously, her shy confidence radiating like the sun through the golden dust of the evening. Even the Telugu and Tamil friends joined in the playful chaos: Gajanan twirled like a ribbon, Bharath clapped like a drum, and Sunitha tossed petals into the air, making the scene feel like a grand musical.
"You're a whirlwind, a storm,
Shocking everyone with your style,
Like a snake's bite,
Your gaze is a weapon,
With every move, you mesmerize."
Mani couldn't help but laugh. Laya's small steps, the sway of her hair, and the rhythm in her movements made her feel unstoppable, larger-than-life — yet completely enchanting.
"You're so cool, so stylish,
Your steps are like a dance,
You're my friend, you're my strength,
With you, there's no doubt,
You've written a new chapter in my life."
Krishna and Ashik began a playful, improvised dance around them, making exaggerated heroic poses, while Monal and Shalini mimicked a mini battle of love choreography. Mani realized this scene — chaos, friendship, magic, and Laya's radiant presence — had become a living verse of its own.
"You're my life, you're my fan,
Today, today, everyone will enjoy,
Oh, you're my heart, I'm your queen,
Let's dance, let's groove,
You've created a kingdom in my heart."
Mani stepped closer, reaching out to Laya. The petals floated down like golden confetti, the breeze carrying laughter and music from every corner. In that moment, the city, their friends, the sunset, and the playful chaos of Tamil and Telugu camaraderie all merged — a perfect, cinematic celebration of love, admiration, and shared joy.