Mehran Ahmad Ali,

                                           Mehran woke up with a throbbing pain in his head. He sat up straight on his bed. Drinking at a business party always turns into disaster for him. He sighed leaning forward and buried his face in his palms. Mehran frowned when he heard soft breathing sound beside him. His eyes widened 'Siham' he turned to his side. Siham is sleeping peacefully next to him, the black and white duvet tightly wrapped around her. Mehran groaned. If there is something that he hates more than getting heavily drunk at a party is having drunken sex with his fiancé. He shook his head. He quickly wore his boxers and walked to her side.

 'Siham...Siham...'he tried to wake her up. She simply shifted in her place. He held his forehead. Mehran lives with his parents in a duplex apartment in Delhi's posh apartments. His parents are conservative and don't approve of Siham staying over-night with Mehran. Initially, they didn't approve of Siham because of her profession- she is a successful Model, but gave in because she had a rich background, her father being a successful real estate agent. Along with being conservative, his parents are money orientated.

'Siham...Siham...' Mehran tried again. Siham groaned but doesn't open her eyes. Mehran stood up and dipped his fingers in cold water from the water jug beside the bed, he sprinkled water over her. 'Huh!' Siham sat up straight, her duvet slightly slipping revealing her milky white skin. Mehran shook his head and adjusted the duvet covering her breasts. 'Wake up, love' he said softly, patting her head. Siham nodded rubbing his eyes. Mehran picked up her clothes and handed to her. Siham pouted, she doesn't want to go. Mehran smiled and pecked her lips. She blushed. He helped her stand and quickly get dressed. 

First Mehran stepped out from his room, he looked around. After assuring that coast is clear he signaled Siham to follow him. Carefully they tiptoed from the room. Siham held her heels in her hand so that it doesn't make noise. Mehran likes this thrill, thrill of doing something behind his parents. At first, Mehran was very scared of going against his parents, but after losing the most precious person because of his fear and insecurity, Mehran has now lost all fears. 'Bye, sweetheart!' Siham said holding his hand at the gate. 'Bye.' Mehran kissed her forehead. Mehran ordered his driver, Ram Sen, to drop Siham to her home and also paid him thousand bucks to keep his mouth shut. Ram Sen smirked. Mehran looked at him annoyed. Siham sat in the car and waved good bye as the car sped away, Mehran waved back at her with a broad smile on his face.

Mehran made his way back to his room, on the way he met a butler and asked him to have lemon juice delivered to his room. Even though, he has terrible hangover, he needed to be at his office. He grabbed his towel and made his way into his bathroom. He twisted the knob of the shower and let the cool water drench him. He felt relieved. Mehran recollected about last night, how gorgeous his fiancé looked in golden shimmering noddle strapped V neck dress with thigh length slit, exposing her long slender leg. Her elbow length golden brown hair tied in a neat French twist. Red glossy lipstick enhancing her plump lips, black kohl adorned her brown bambi eyes. Her skin white and flawless. She stood out in the party hall, everyone had their eyes on her. But she, she had eyes only on Mehran. Mehran feels lucky to have such a girlfriend, who is not only stunning but also a decent human being. Unlike other models, Siham has no attitude, she throws no tantrums, is kind-hearted, soft spoken, happy go-lucky person. Also, she doesn't have any insecurities, neither she is overly possessive. Moreover, she is madly in love with Mehran and is very obedient to him. Mehran smiled thinking about her, she is very cute at times. 

He closed the knob and quickly dried himself, he walked up to the mirror and looked at his reflection. He is good 5'11 inches tall, his muscular lean figure and slightly tanned complexion makes him look attractive. His grey eyes, deep and hypnotizing, one look into his eyes is enough for all the girls to go weak in their knees. He wrapped a towel around his waist and left the bathroom. He quickly got dressed into navy blue business suit and walked up to the mirror. He combed and neatly gelled his jet-black hair, letting few strands fall across his forehead, just like how she always liked. Mehran subconsciously is still stuck in the past when it comes to his looks. He buttoned his sleeves and wore his coat. 

He climbed downstairs and met with the butler carrying his lemon juice. 'Sir.' He said humbly forwarding the tray. Mehran nodded and took the glass. He looked up and saw a middle-aged woman clad in aqua blue and white saree coming towards him. Mehran quickly gulped the contents in one go, the butler watched him wide-eyed. Mehran wanted to avoid his mother, so before she could come to him he dashed out from the apartment.

Mehran had always obeyed his parents, kept their words, their reputation, and their wish above everything. Because of them and Mehran's own naivety he lost that one person who was the closest to him, that one person who had meant the world to him. Mehran forced himself to move on but there is still a bitterness between him and his parents ever since. Three years ago, Mehran met Siham; she was the model selected for an ad campaign for his media house. It was her first project her and she was nervous. Mehran interacted with her, he liked her personality. Soon, they began dating and within few months fell in love. Mehran's parents had opposed this relationship at first but then meeting Siham and her rich parents, they agreed. Without wasting much time, fearing they might change their decision, Mehran and Siham got engaged.

Now, Mehran is happily engaged to Siham. Mehran loves listening to Siham and her future plans. Siham had wanted to marry soon but Mehran refused, stating it's too early to marry. Siham has a budding career as a model, he doesn't want her career to suffer. Siham was touched by his gesture. 'I have fallen harder in love with you' she had said happily. 

Mehran drove to work, all the while thinking about Siham and their beautiful relationship. Everything is perfect. Siham is the very type of girl Mehran had wanted. But the relationship that Mehran thinks is perfect, is it perfect? He is happy and content in his relationship...or is he truly happy?