Page 137 of Obsession

Mihir picked up his iPad and opened the picture of Karina. “We can start by asking all these women to send in their photos. Mrs. Braganza had confirmed that the picture we have is quite accurate. We can use it to cross-verify with the pictures we get. Let’s put our most trusted people on this.” He tapped on the iPad to send the picture to his brothers and their PR team.

His heart tugged, and immediately, he looked to the side. Anna was standing there watching him, with Dmitri behind her.

“See, I told you, he’s been working the whole day,” Dmitri complained aloud.

Leaving his iPad, he stood. “Anna, what are you doing here?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “I heard you were unwell, so I came to check on you. Imagine my surprise to find you here working.”

He was delighted. She was here. She was here because she cared for him.

She threw his brothers an angry glance. “And you two? Don’t you know better than to make him work when he is this unwell?”

His brothers exchanged an amused glance with each other as they stood.

“At least now we know he will listen,” Dmitri said, laughing.

“Your love life is back on track, brother,” Armaan intoned naughtily, switching to Russian. “Now, let’s talk. Give us the details.”

Both Vedant and Dmitri laughed.

Anna put her hands on her hips. “Care to share the joke, boys?”

“Armaan’s an idiot. Ignore him,” Mihir said. “I usually do.”

She stepped closer to him and stretched up to touch his forehead with her palm. “The fever seems mild.”

Her concern warmed his insides.

“He’s not been eating very well, you know,” Dmitri grumbled in his accented English. “He doesn’t listen.”

The older man looked to be enjoying himself thoroughly, unloading all his complaints on Anna.

“Yes, he doesn’t listen,” Armaan added.

“Not to us, at least,” Vedant said. “Why don’t you try,Anna?”

Mihir growled.

“Then get him something to eat,” Anna told Dmitri. “And me also. In my condition, I’m hungry all the time, and right now, I’m hungry and angry.”

“Your condition?” Dmitri asked, looking between Anna and Mihir. “Are you alright, Miss?”

Mihir glared at him. “Really? You’re actually not privy to something going on in my life? Miracles do occur, it seems.”

Armaan chuckled. Vedant laughed.

Mihir sighed.

Dmitri ignored them all and kept looking at Anna.

“Don’t look so worried,” Mihir said. “She’s fine. She’s pregnant with twins, and I’m the father.”

The older man’s eyes widened. “What? Pregnant? Twins?Mihir’s twins? We’re going to have children in this house?!”

Anna threw her hands in the air. “Whoa, whoa, slow down. Don’t get ahead of yourself, old man. I’m having his babies, but we’re not together.”

“Last I checked, we’re still married,” Mihir said.

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