"Jay", Mitha yawped at her workaholic husband, demanding some attention towards her. He was such a prudish person, when it came to work. It was late evening. He had come home soon, that day. Within Mitha could fly in joy due to his early arrival; his stacked up works came sprinting, that slapped Mitha hard. And now, he was sitting on his couch; with his legs stretched out, with his freaking laptop on top.
"Mhmm?", he echoed; thudding the keyboard of his idiotic machine.
"Jay.. Listen Jay..", she called him again; demanding his whole attention for her. She scowled, now. Ajay, could easily make out the change in our voice.
"Tell me, baby. I am listening.", he added; continuing his work on the laptop. Only if Mitha could corrupt his laptop one day; he would keep it shut and spend some tim
