Adora chased around a three-year-old girl. She looked angry at the little devil. The girl was faster than her mother. Her giggles filled the gardens making everyone laugh at the pair of mother and daughter.
Arsalan came home to such a sight. He stood silently in a corner laughing at the two. His little girl inherited her mother's mischievous nature and beautiful face.
He shared nothing in common with his second love. He felt happy. He was a father of two. A little cute boy of five and his darling princess.
His son must be asleep somewhere. As for his daughter, it has become a routine for her to disturb her mother. She was the first to see her father and rushed towards him to take cover.
Adora came to an abrupt stop upon sighting her husband. Her cheeks were puffed up and all red from running around too much. She was pregnant after all.
