The rage in Sharmi's eyes was understandable. Her husband was at the door, with the woman she had thrown out a week ago. Their once peaceful home was chaotic, further proved by her dishevelled appearance. Hitesh was aware of his wife's stony glare, but he had to take a stand. His life turned topsy-turvy since the day Rumila was asked never to step in their house. Sharmi’s constant bickering over matters as little as tea-stained cups was driving him crazy.
“Sorry”, Rumila mumbled. Sharmi’s anger evaporated in a second.
She had the last laugh as Rumila – the maid was back.