She smiled. “I like them strict.”

I looked down. My hand was on her knee. I didn’t even remember putting it there.

It started innocently. My elder brother, Raj, had just left for a 15-day business trip to Singapore. The morning he left, he tossed me the spare keys to his brand new Hyundai i20.

I nodded.

She was driving at 20 km/h. Then she stopped the car completely in the middle of the road.

The rain was hammering the roof. Inside, it was just the sound of two people breathing.

She let out a soft gasp. Not a scream. A gasp .

I laughed. “Bhabhi, main aapko darate hue nahi sikhata. I am strict.”