Maria's POV:
"Brother," An involuntary whisper left my mouth and I shook my head in disbelief.
"Yes, sister." He mocked and I gulped the lump down my throat.
"Have I treated your husband well.?" He paced towards a wooden table and picked a leather belt from there. He strode towards sheryaar and sensing his intentions, I blocked his way. He smirked.
"Why.?" I sobbed.
"Ahh.! Why.?! Interesting question." He sighed and leaned towards me.
I backed away from his danger radiating persona and my back hit with the chest of Sheryaar. I turned around and hugged him. I want him to protect me or was I trying to protect him from the devil.?
"Sheryaar," I cried in his neck and he shushed me.
"Shhhh.! I'm here, wifey. You're my brave lioness. Aren't you.?" He placed his forehead on mine and we
