Jiya suddenly recalled the excuse she had used a few days ago - the one where she told Aarush's school that his grandfather had passed away, just so he could take a leave.
Her expression shifted in a flash. *"Oh, damn. How could I forget that?"* she muttered to herself, flustered.
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