"Okay, Drishti. I get it. Yes, yes, I am coming now," Shravan rolled his eyes as he spoke to his wife through the phone.

Isha chuckled, making Mithran look at her.

"What?" Mithran asked, raising an eyebrow in query.

"He is such a joru ka ghulam. A year ago, if someone told me Shravan would go home just to have an evening coffee and snacks, leaving his precious laptop and work, I would have laughed in their face and called them delusional," Isha said as they watched Shravan shrugging his jacket on.

"Guess you two will have to go for coffee without me," Shravan said with a helpless shrug.

"Ah,...