He drops his phone the moment he sees the number flash on his phone. Who is it, the wife inquires. Office, he says. Bloody morons can’t even breathe properly unless I tell them how.
Kissing the wife goodbye, he picks up his car keys and leaves. Minutes later, he parks his car outside Shashi Juice Corner and picks up his girlfriend and drives her to work. On some days, they skip work and stay home instead. She is apparently a tigress in bed and he can’t get enough of her.
Of course this is just speculation. Nobody has ever seen you in his car.
2 thoughts on “of speculation”
This is not speculation this is madness , this is spartaa !!
Anyways Liked the way the story moved !
That’s the way the world works. Speculation.