Ishaan's cheeks burned hotter, and his mind scrambled for a quick escape. The truth wasn't an option, not here, not now. He needed to deflect, to sound casual, like this was nothing out of the ordinary. The best excuse he could cobble together spilled out before he fully caught it.
"I was drunk, man. Couldn't find my boxers, and the churidars were digging into my thighs like a chokehold. Figured the blanket would do."

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