Mr. And Mrs. Bhalla

16

I am sorry for the late update. To compensate it, this update is quite long and important for the story. Also, if you feel that this book is boring or something, then do let me know. As I think that maybe I can't provide what readers want to read. Your ideas are also always welcomed.

Author's POV

A man in his mid thirties was in his study only to be interrupted by a women, his would be wife.

"Ashok, what the hell? There I was waiting for you at the restaurant and here you are sitting in your shorts smoking and drinking. This is how you respect me?"

He stole a puff from his cigarette and crashed it in the ash tray.

"Oh baby, why are you shouting? I must have forgotten about our plan."

"Are you even in your right senses? Do you realize what you are speaking? How can someone forget to show up when he was reminded right 2 hours before?"

She walked towards him, while he stood up and hit his chest complaining, "The entire time that bitch was staring at me and it was so uncomfortable sitting with them. The entire lunch was awkward because of me."

"Baby, I am sorry. Something really came up that's why it slipped away from my mind."

"You don't understand Ashok. Now, that Sneha will go around and spread the news about today's events. How my would be husband didn't show up for the double date. Do you know how she was smirking for the entire time. I felt like a third bone between the couple." She hugged him and cried.

"Do you even love me?"

'Ahh! Again.' Thought Ashok.

"Of course, I do." He hugged her and said again, " I am sorry that you have to face embrassament in front of Mishra's. I promise it won't happen again. Also, I will take you out for dinner tonight."

They broke the hug, and she smiled.

"Fine, I will go and book the spa. Am I looking ugly because of all this crying?"

"Nah, baby. Go and take rest. Be ready by 8." She nodded and left.

'Oh Shagun, you are so easy to manipulate. All I have to do is throw some money on you. How I wish it was that easy to persuade your brother as well. Then it would have been so easy to snatch everything from Raman.'

Ashok's smirk faded as he watched Shagun leave the room, but only for a moment. The wheels in his mind were already turning, plotting his next move against Raman. He tossed the thought aside for now, deciding he could afford to take it easy tonight. After all, manipulating Shagun had been child’s play; why rush the fun?

Meanwhile, back at the Bhalla household, Raman and Ishita had returned from their staycation, both feeling more relaxed and closer than before. But of course, peace in the Bhalla house was always short-lived.

As soon as they walked through the door, Simmi pounced, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “So, bhai, bhabhi, how was your romantic getaway? Did you finally admit your undying love to each other, or were you too busy fighting over who gets the last slice of pizza?”

Raman rolled his eyes, but there was a playful glint in them. “Very funny, Simmi. For your information, we did not fight over pizza. We fought over who gets to decide what to watch on TV.”

Ishita stifled a giggle. “And just so you know, I won.”

“You let her win, didn’t you?” Simmi nudged Raman, her grin widening.

“I did not let her win!” Raman protested, though his lips twitched upward. “I’m just a gentleman, and gentlemen respect their wives’ choices. Even if those choices are terrible.”