Umaira Siddiqui, 

 Umaira has never been late in her three-year career as a fashion photographer for a leading Fashion Magazine in Milan. At age of 29, Umaira is well settled than many girls, she has a successful career and also a loving, dashing, smart and Rich fiancé, Ibrahim, with whom she lives in a small cozy apartment. That is her small world, and she is happy in it. Even though Ibrahim is used to the large life, he readily shifted with Umaira, who likes everything simple. Umaira is a simple middle class girl with high dreams. And her dreams got her here to Milan, four years ago, at age of 25, she had decided to join Milan's most prestigious institute. Even though Umaira is a fashion photographer she used to randomly click many pictures, and one was that of Ibrahim. They met, spoke, and over time of few months they fell in love. One year later, the two deciding to take their relationship to the next level, got engaged. Ibrahim's parents initially protested their love, Umaira had expected this, but on Ibrahim's constant insistence they agreed. Umaira feels very lucky to have a partner like Ibrahim. Caring, understanding and someone who keeps her and their love above all, unlike her past...her ex.

Umaira entered her cabin and quickly dashed into the washroom, she doesn't want Mr. Skims to see her haphazard. It's 1st December, and its freezing outside. Umaira has worn two layers of woolen clothes. She removed her muffler, her black long coat, and her blue and white half sweater. She unbuttoned and folded the sleeves of her pink and white shirt and properly tugged it in her high waist jeans. She looked at her shoes, her white sneakers neat and dust-free. Mr. Skim is very strict when it comes to looks, clothing and attitude, else how would he be running Milan's No.1 leading fashion Magazine. Umaira too has become conscious with her looks. She has photographed many famous personalities from all over the world for the magazine, and has been very inspired by them. Umaira has been blessed with perfect features, almond shaped honey eyes, natural pink full lips, flawless skin, white complexion, and light brown hair with natural big wave curls. Her hair reached few inches below her shoulders, she isn't fan of long hair; she likes to keep it short and simple. She doesn't even use much accessories, except her black Rado wrist watch in her left hand and her solitaire engagement ring. She wore tiny studs in her ears and her neck bare. Thanks to her flawless skin she doesn't need any make-up, a simple kohl enhancing her honey colored eyes is more than enough to make her look gorgeous. Umaira smiled at her reflection. She had always been center of attraction for every man since her teen, in school, college, everywhere. She is used to the gazes by now and doesn't care, like always she ignores them.

'Umaira...' She came out from the washroom and is greeted by her fellow colleague, Emma. She is her age, short and slim with blonde shoulder length hair. Her cat eyes, green, and her lips thin. At first look to anyone she comes as arrogant and mean. With Umaira's friendly personality she quickly gelled with Emma, the two have been working together for over a year now. Umaira smiled at her, she smiled back. 'Mr. Skims has come?' Umaira asked taking a file from Emma, the file contains photos of recent practice photoshoot for Milan Fashion week, which is next month. Emma shook her head, Umaria sighed in relief. She sat on her seat, Emma took the seat opposite her. Umaira is the fashion photographer working under Ms. Lizzy the head photographer and Emma is editor for a column in the magazine. Umaira had impressed Lizzy with her talent, dedication, hard work, and charming fiancé, and so she has gotten many independent projects. But this one, its huge for her.

Umaira looked at the photos and smiled 'Babes, such awesome clicks. You are amazing.' Emma complimented and Umaira smile widened. She is excited to show these photos to Ibrahim; his compliments mean everything to her. 'Lizzy is super impressed.' Umaira said leaning back against her chair, Emma smirked nodding her head. Umaira is little disappointed when Emma told her that she can't take these pictures out of the office. 'At times, Lizzy acts so bitchy.' Umaira expressed her displeasure bitterly. Emma simply nodded in agreement.

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By lunch time, Umaira is done with photoshoot of two other models, one skinny and tall while the other with prefect hour shape figure. It is said that everyone is not blessed with everything, Umaira though had perfect face and amazing upper body but her thighs; no matter how many hours, days, months, years she wastes on lower body exercises in the gym, the stupid thigh fat doesn't go. Thankfully it has reduced to great extent now. 'I will get this edited after lunch.' She informed her assistant, Gary, who nodded. She smiled at the models and showed them thumbs up. The skinny one smiled back but the perfect one had a straight face. Umaira didn't feel offended, she is used to Models throwing tantrums and attitude. 'Come babes, let's have lunch.' Emma suggested. But, Umaira simply shook her head. She grabbed her half sweater, muffler and coat from the coat hanger placed in the corner. 'I am having lunch with my fiancé today.' She said happily. Emma smirked at her. Emma is single and not interested in dating, but like all ladies she is bowled over by Ibrahim's charm. She regrets not getting her hands on him before Umaira. When someone praises Ibrahim, Umaira feels the pride. She has the best man in her life, everything is perfect. She is happy...but is she truly happy?

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Umaira came out from her office and walked straight to a Mc. D's outlet, which is five minutes walking distance from her place. Today Ibrahim had a meeting nearby and as soon as he finished he dialed Umaira asking if it was possible for lunch. Umaira readily agreed, she doesn't want to miss a chance to spend even a nano second with him. Same goes for Ibrahim. She entered the outlet and looked around removing her muffler. She noticed Ibrahim quickly. Even in the crowd, Ibrahim is hard to miss with his towering 6 feet height and muscular built, his wheatish complexion and slight curly hair neatly combed and side parted. He sat there dressed in his business suit, silently sipping water. His over-coat and muffler placed neatly at the back of his chair. Umaira quickly adjusted her hair and walked towards him with a smile. 'Hey!' she said. Ibrahim looked up at her, his dark eyes met hers and she felt herself melt. His eyes are magic, Umaira loves staring into them, she feels transported to a complete new zone. 'Hey!' he stood up and walked behind her. She smiled as he helped her remove her coat. Ibrahim is a perfect gentleman. A man, every girl could die for. 'Thanks' Umaira said. Ibrahim smiled and pecked her lips, she smiled. He pulled out the chair for her and she takes her seat. 'The usual, Fish burger?' he asked looking at her. She nodded. Ibrahim left, she turned around and relaxed on her chair, a dreamy smile on her face.