The excuse was born out of pure necessity. I got home late after coaching, needed a reason, and reached for the most academically respectable lie available: the institute added an "extra doubt session." Sounds responsible. Sounds like exactly the kind of thing dedicated students stay back for. In reality, we'd just gone for ice cream after class.
It worked. Beautifully. So naturally I used it again. And again. Four times now, this fictional doubt session has bailed me out. Every unexplained delay, every post-class detour, all neatly filed under "sir extra doubts clear kara rahe the."
And that's exactly where the concern creeps in. It's working a little too well. My parents don't even blink anymore. The lie has become so smooth, so instantly believable, that they've fully accepted my coaching institute as a place brimming with spontaneous doubt sessions.
Part of me is impressed with the con. The other part is genuinely uneasy about how effortlessly this passes now. When a lie stops requiring any effort to sell, that's usually when it's about to fall apart spectacularly. I'm just enjoying the ice cream until it does.