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But no one was listening. In the center of the narrow aisle, a Bluetooth speaker glowed blue. Appu, the self-proclaimed DJ of the third floor, held his phone aloft.

For one shining moment, the entire hostel—from the first-years to the final-years, from the lungi-twirlers to the terrified warden—danced together in the flickering tube light, the rain their audience. mallu hostel dance latest

And the Vatican started to sway. Gently. Perfectly. But no one was listening

Panic. Appu fumbled to lower the volume. Unni tried to jump down from the bunk, but his lungi snagged on a nail. He hung there like a startled bat. For one shining moment, the entire hostel—from the

Suddenly, the warden, Father Varghese, known as "The Vatican," was heard clearing his throat from the end of the corridor. His leather sandals squeaked on the wet cement.

The Vatican sighed, a long, tired sound. He looked at the speaker. He looked at Rajan's hopeful, terrified face. Then, the old priest did the unthinkable. He pulled out his own phone.

Appu looked at Father Varghese's approaching shadow, then at Rajan. He cranked the volume to 100%.