MY INDIAN WIFE
He screeched, looking at his suit completely smeared in flour, and turned to leave.
“Bro,” Rony called, picking a handful of flour in his hand, and as soon as Luke turned, he threw the flour at him and ran outside, using the kitchen’s other exit. Luke looked down at his blue suit and then glared at Vera, who stood rooted in her place, pursing her lips in a thin, straight line to suppress her laughter.
Flashback End
Rony snapped his finger in front of Luke. “Why don’t you tell us what transpired between you both seventeen years back?” He asked, and Luke wiped tears from the corner of his eyes.