Back to Tarak Mehta's house 🏠.

Its been three weeks since the visit of the pizza delivery man.

Anjali and I had some of the hottest conversation about fantasy since that day.

We occasionally talked about her our more fantasies and that help me really so much to write on different ideas.

And all the real ideas are hit hard to my readers, it's been 13 years I am writing but just in three weeks my readers numbers become double.

I feel like now I realise what readers love to read.

I ask her that what kinda more opportunity she would like to try her fantasy.

Anjali : being honest, I don't want to try anything else, but I be honest about it that whatever happened 3 weeks ago was hot. And I had a thought.... (She paused before completing her statement)

Tarak : what?

Anjali : nothing

Tarak : say it Anjali, I am listening and I should know what you felt?

Anjali : I know it's wrong, but I thought for a moment that something more could happen that night. It can be more good, isn't it?

Tarak : you are turning a wild girl, My dear wife.

I kissed her on her lips. But we both have no idea who was that guy. And we didn't even want to invite him again.

But,

In office, my boss is asking me to complete the delivery guy book, I tried to write climax thrice but all three times it was rejected.

I was being pressurized to complete it or leave the copyright on that book and let someone else finish it for readers.

Because readers want to read the climax eagerly.

I came back home in stressed mood.

Anjali noticed and to make my mood, she planned a candle light dinner for me.

I had ordered food from the same place from where we ordered pizza.

Now, it's gonna be a pure luck if we get that same guy again and my wife again felt to finish to get rid off from her that day regret.

Stay tuned