In the expanse of his big mansion spreading across kilometres , Anthony was in his study , leaning on the desk with his hands in the pockets of his pants and head tilted to see the photos arranged side to side on his desk , from yesterday night and the night before that , both of them had Maria in it .
In the photos , Maria was holding hands with a man called , Parth , her manager at work . The picture was taken from far away by the man he had assigned with the job to tail Maria , so he couldn't make out their expressions but it appeared more than platonic to him .
“Who is he … to you ?” His heavy voice rumbled , barely making out the words . His eyes , hawk – like , kept staring at them like he did in the other photo where Maria was alone , waiting for the bus with her sister and friend
