Arsalan tip-toed into his chambers in the night. Well, he didn't exactly 'tip-toe'- he just moved around as lightly as a feather, not to wake the bear in his bed.
"Where are you coming from at this hour?" Stephanie emerged from behind a curtain. She was in her husband's pyjamas, arms folded.
"Wait, how long have you been hiding there?" Arsalan was baffled at her tricks.
"Since I heard you enter like a thief. Why are you now coming home, Arsalan? It's almost midnight."
"I had work to do," Arsalan stiffened his tone, trying to act normal.
"Oh, really?" Stephanie gave him squinted eyes and a controlling pout. Arsalan covered his orbs and hurried into the bedroom. The Mrs followed him like a snappy penguin, honking from all sides. "You were avoiding me, right?!"
"I was not avoiding you,
