Maria's POV:
Scrunched eyebrows, wrinkled forehead, narrowed eyes, and throbbing vein on the temple. My husband has been working on a laptop for two hours and I'm scrutinizing him since I've got nothing to do.
"Princess." I heard a whisper and turned my face to see the whisperer. It was Armaan.
"Yes, brother," I whispered back, mirroring his voice.
"Come here." He said looking here and there as hiding from someone. I got confused by his odd behavior. I cast a last glance at my husband who was fully concentrated on his work and completely unknown from the world around him.
I marched towards the naughty muscular figure desperately waiting for me. "Yes."
"I need your help." He said with his eyes scanning around, looking for someone.
"For what?" I asked following his gaze to find the
