I rushed inside the room, slamming the door a little harder than I meant to. My heartbeat still hadn't caught up with me, and I could feel the heat rising, all the way up to my ears. My cheeks were burning—actual garmi, the kind that didn't go away no matter how much I willed it to. I tried, really tried, to keep my expression neutral, but no. My body had betrayed me completely. Yeh kya ho raha hai? (What's happening to me?) He had seen me dance. Actually, seen me. And then he had smiled—that smile. The kind that made the whole world feel like it had paused just to admire me, just to see me like he did. And then, to make it worse, he had the audacity to compliment me. That memory hit me again, sharp and warm, and my blush deepened, like the whole room was on fire. I pressed a hand to my chest, hoping it would steady my breath, but it only made my pulse race faster.