KOL
I had booked an entire private dance studio available at the resort to ensure that we could have our own uninterrupted space, unlike during the mehendi ceremony when people had kept interrupting us.
The studio itself was a spacious haven, adorned with mirrored walls that seemed to stretch on forever and a pristine wooden floor that looked as if it was custom-made for this special moment - just Becca, me, and the vibrant beats of the song echoing through the space.
Becca's eyes sparkled with excitement as she gracefully took the lead, ready to share her deep passion for her favorite dance song. With infinite patience and infectious enthusiasm, she began to instruct me, and I hung on to her every word.
"Okay, Kol, let's start with the basics. We'll delve into the essence of the song
