MY INDIAN WIFE
Pasha said with a proud smirk lacing his wrinkled face and looked at Maya, who glanced at him once.
“Hold your horses, grandpa!” Danny interrupted his daydreaming.
“What?” Pasha’s neck snapped back at Danny.
“She thinks she is my plaything.” Danny chuckled. It was the first time in his life that he was genuinely interested in a woman, but she was treating him like a plaque and running away from him.
“Is she not?” Pasha asked leisurely, breaking Danny’s trail of thoughts.
“What?” He asked, clueless.
“Is she not your plaything?” Pasha asked again, and Danny flared in anger.