Brij gathered everyone — the sound tech, the backup comedian, a child from the audience waiting outside, and the chai wallah.

“We don’t need big budgets,” he said, pouring chai for his exhausted team. “We just need one thing — the belief that when things fall apart, we can still make people smile. That’s Dmasti.”

The team raised their cups. Even the child, now fast asleep on a prop throne, smiled in her dreams.