Bad habits die when you live with Dia
Dia was a perfect wife - beautiful , smart , caring , strong . VERY VERY STRONG. In my days in the police, I often had a polar opposite role at home and in the office. I was a tough cop , but at home , i was mostly in her arms and i loved it. EXCEPT the times I didn't. With strength comes control and that can be lost with noblest intentions. There came a phase I got into really bad habbits, huge hours of undercover opertions and gathering intel made me smoke , drink and go to dance bars. I was good at pretending but somethings just caught up. Dia politely asked me to quit smoking and drinking too much a dozen times , her voice got sterner after that. One day my in-laws (Amisha) came home. I came late and was drunk and smoked, Dia opened the door wearing a saree. Her smile disappeared smelling smoke. She didn't lift me like always and let me entered in. My mother in law stood and up and scolded me "Yeh kya haal bana rakha hai". I said " tujh se matlab ?...