My Sangeet performance just ended—dancing in my shimmering lehenga, heavy dupatta draped over my shoulders, gold anklets jingling with every twirl. The crowd cheers, but my phone buzzes.
"Meet me in the restroom now. you require an urgent session", It's Arjun, my dashing hot yoga instructor.
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