"I need a 500 for dropping Rhea off." I tell my husband while packing our daughter's lunch box.

"500? Auto's are getting that expensive these days?" He asked back in amusement, pressing his work shirt on the ironing board. I make a sound of annoyance.

"It's not just for the auto fare, Rishabh. I also need to get some other stuff. You've become so stingy since you joined your new company." I joke, rolling my eyes with a huff, before settling Rhea's Doraemon bagpack on the living room couch.

"Yeah, sure. Well, take whatever you need from my wallet. It's on the bed." He replied, going back to ironing his clothes. I follow his instructions, and find his black...