Turns out The Husband just pretends to listen attentively, at least most of the times.
I’ve had my doubts in recent times, but rested easy as I happily assumed that God, well-fed on my bribe of laddoos would not allow it to happen. How could I forget, God is a man!
After a few doubts had turned into certainties I decided to put my theory to test.
The Husband and I were having a perfectly boring conversation about maids/plumbers/suchlike to which his responses were unnecessarily enthusiastic. In the middle of the completely anal conversation I let slip in a quick line “soiwillbeelopingwithsalmankhanfornewyears” to which The Husband responded with a wow, a smile faker than Shilpa Shetty’s nose and a thumbs up sign!
So now, I have The Husband’s approval to elope with Salman. And God, I want my laddoos back!