Simmi pushed Samrat by all her strength which didn’t budge him and she yelled furiously.
“You stupid, i***t, mad, ruthless, fastidious Hitler, are you out of your mind? Why did you fed me the hot chilli mixed pastry?”
Simmi was sniffing and rubbing her nose while blabbering and fetched some water.
Sunita and Laksh looked at each other in confusion than at the unfolded melodrama between husband and wife.
“Really, is that so? Did I made you eat hot red chillies thru a pastry? By the way, who added hot chillies in a sweet dish, the person who made it?”
Cough......
Simmi spit the water and coughed hard. Sunita immediately got up again and rubbed Simmi’s back to aid her.
“Samrat, what is going on? Why a pastry has hot chillies?” Sunita asked.
“Mom, your loving daughter-in-law, mixed red
