Back at the villa, Rohit stepped out of the shower and rubbed a towel through his damp hair.
He had taken his time at the mall with Akanksha. Whatever favor she had wanted from him, he had made sure she left satisfied. But now that he was home, Rohit forced himself to put that distraction aside.
Priorities first.
He glanced at the clock.
2:30 p.m.
The rest of his day needed planning.
His martial arts class was non-negotiable. He had already skipped enough sessions lately, and he wasn't going to let his personal affairs interfere with his training.
The linguistic class, however, was another matter.
He had been the one to suggest that private lessons to Seo-yeon and Namrata in the first place. Simply failing to show up would disappoint them—and, more importantly, make him look unreliable.
Rohit frowned thoughtfully.
There was a solution.
