If You're Hero, I'll be your Heroine!

A Little Tiff

"Yash and Rohini, go and stand in that corner!" yelled Rohit Deshpande. "Mohit and Sanjana, go to that corner!"

The children obeyed their teacher. Both he and the dance instructor, Princy Fernandes, was visibly losing their cool. But still, they were smiling and handling the children. 

Suddenly, Rohit's phone rang. 

"Princy Ma'am, do you mind if I go out for a minute?" he asked her. 

"Not at all, sir." 

"Thank you," he said and stomped outside the auditorium.

He picked up the call and yelled, "I'm too busy right now, can't talk!"

"Too busy to talk to your own wife, Rohit?" 

"Oh, sorry Mishti. The kids were giving me a hectic time, so..."

"I don't care! You must come home fast today!"

Saying so, she cut the call. 

Rohit was frustrated and went back to watching over the kids, but couldn't concentrate on them.

"Any problem with your wife, sir?" asked Princy. Rohit shook his head. 

Fifteen minutes later, he got on his motorbike to go home. 

He soon reached his apartment in Mahim. He lived just a street away from where Raj and Pooja lived. 

"Mishti, where are you?" he called out. There was no response.

"Mishti?"

The house was all dark. Rohit walked slowly into the kitchen, and called out for his wife again. 

"BOO!" came a screech from behind. 

Rohit felt an extremely bloodcurdling sensation. "Aaaaah!" he cried in horror. 

What followed was cute laughter.

"Frightened you, did I, my Gulab?" 

"Mishti!" he said, astounded. "You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"I'm sorry, Gulab," she said. 

"I should be saying sorry, my Mishmash," he replied. "I yelled at you over phone."

"It's okay. I know that those kids were giving you a hard time. But I could really get some cuddles."

 She turned towards the stove, only to have her waist held tightly by her husband. 

"I'm yours," he said. "Cuddle me as much as you want."

She giggled coyly. "Anyway, did you hear the news from your friends?"

Rohit was confused. "What news?"

"Prem bro didn't tell you?" asked Mishti, "Strange. I thought that you both are like Veeru and Jai?"

"Mihir and Raj are Veeru and Jai," he replied. "Prem and I are more like Imran and Arjun. What is the news, Mishmash?"

"Raj and Pooja are gonna get married," she said. "And also, something is brewing up between Mihir bro and Sanya, Prem's sister's husband's sister!"

"Really?"

"Yes, Nisha told me," said Mishti.

Rohit grinned. "Well, I can only be glad that Sanya has fallen for a virtuous guy like Mihir."

"Okay, now..."

"Fine, Mishmash," he said rather flirtatiously.

They went out for dinner and enjoyed themselves.