Umaira sat by the pool staring into the pool. Her mind reminiscing Siham and Mehran in one room. They must be together in one room even now, she thought sadly. They must be talking, chatting, or perhaps making love, the thought made her more feel more depress. She sighed and blinked back her tears, she is about to leave when her phone rang. A small smile appeared on her lips reading Ibrahim's name flash on her mobile screen.

'Hello!' Umaira said, her voice hoarse.

'Hey love, are you fine? You sound sad.' Ibrahim asked concerned. Umaira smiled sadly. She wanted to say so many things but a tight lump formed in her throat prevented her to speak. She kept silent and nodded.

'I am fine.' She croaked after a while.

'You don't sound like. You know what, **** business I am coming to you.' Ibrahim said

'Relax, Relax. Hold your horses. I am fine. You needn't worry and definitely don't **** your business.' Umaira giggled.

'Okay! But first tell me you are fine. 100%' Ibrahim seem to have relax a little.

'I am fine, Baba. Now, I am 100% fine.' Umaira chuckled. She felt lighter and wanted to talk more with Ibrahim but was disappointed when someone called Ibrahim for a meeting and he had to bid her an early good bye. Umaira once again felt lonely.

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'Mehran darling!' Mehran groaned inwardly as he heard Siham's sweet voice from inside the bathroom. He ignored her and focused on reading his newspaper, his legs stretched front, one resting over the other. A while later, he sniffed a strong aroma of lavender and he looked over his newspaper. His eyes widened seeing Siham standing, her hip leaning against the bathroom door. She looked very seductive dressed in his white shirt that reached her mid-thigh. She had taken a bath again as she was wet, the shirt clung to the places that were still wet. First few buttons of her shirt open giving him a peek of her cleavage. Her hair is also slightly wet and is tied in a bun. She smiled at him, she has gotten his attention.

'How am I looking, honey?' she stood in front of him.

'Fine!' Mehran said dryly and turned his attention back to his paper. Siham pressed her lips. She looked at him for few seconds before smirking. She pulled the paper out from his grip and smiled.

'What?' Mehran said annoyed. He is totally not in the mood and Siham is doing nothing but annoy him further. She smiled and stared directly into his eyes, she opened her hair. Her long tresses unfolded and neatly fell at her back. Mehran kept looking blankly at her. Usually, at this point Mehran gets into the mood even if he wasn't but strangely not tonight.

'Siham...' Mehran said as she climbed on the bed and began unbuttoning her shirt.

'Shh...' she said and placed her index finger on his lips. She leaned forward and goes to kiss him on his lips. Mehran turned his head. No matter what he is not having the heart to continue. Every time he felt the desire built, his mind goes to Umaira and he can't come close to Siham.

'I missed you so much, darling.' She said seductively and began kissing his neck. Mehran squeezed his eyes tight. He separated their frames as a thought comes to him, 'How was your fashion tour? You came early? Tell me everything.' He said attempting to divert her mind. But nothing seemed to work, Siham was adamant. She crawled onto his lap.

'I will tell you everything.' She said and placed his one palm on her thigh and one on her face. Mehran watched as she moved his palm from her face to her neck, towards her cleavage. But before she could push his hand inside her shirt, Mehran picked her up. Siham smirked thinking she has won in seducing him. But to her surprise Mehran made her sit on the bed and stood up. 'I need some fresh air. Sorry, business stress.' Mehran said adjusting his Tee. Siham looked on disappointed as he walked away. Not once did he turn around, he knew if he looked back then on seeing her face he would feel guilty and fall weak.

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Umaira glanced at her wrist watch, its 12am. She has been sitting here for one hour. She decided she should retire back to her room. She is about to stand when Mehran walked towards the chairs where she sat. He seemed to be disturbed as he didn't notice she was here. He sat in the chair beside her, and still didn't notice her. He buried his face into his palm and exhaled loudly. Umaira watched him as he massaged his face with his palm, his breathing heavy. Umaira is in two minds- should she ask him what is bothering him? or should she simply ignore and walk away? Her mind wanted to do the latter but her heart wanted to stay and ask him, comfort him.

'Hey!' Umaira spoke- her heart won.

Mehran is alarmed hearing her voice, he quickly recovered, 'He-Hey! Sorry, I didn't see you.' he apologized looking away. Umaira noticed fine lines on his forehead, he is very disturbed.

'You seem little troubled...You can tell me, I am your friend, right?' Umaira said, on seeing Mehran worried she doesn't know what or why she is saying what she is saying, it seemed like her tongue is in control of her heart. Mehran shook his head, he doesn't want to share what happened just now, it is too private to be talk.

'You are happy right, Siham is here.' Umaira said, her voice cracked little towards the end.

Mehran looked at Umaira, she held his gaze. He sighed looking away, 'Don't know what has happened to Siham. She embarrassed me so much after the dance. Trust me, she has never behaved this way.' Mehran said and looked at Umaira. This time, Umaira looked away. Mehran sighed and leaned back in his chair, Umaira looked at him. He closed his eyes and placed his forearm on his forehead. His breathing getting normal. Umaira also leaned back, she has her head turned to him. She kept looking at him, admiring him. A small smile crept on her lips as she looked at him.

Siham came out looking for Mehran, she stopped on seeing Umaira and Mehran together. She frowned not liking the way Umaira is staring at her fiancé. She marched towards them.

'What are you doing here?' Mehran is startled when he heard her voice, her tone sharp. Umaira is also startled.

'Siham.' Mehran frowned. Umaira looked at Siham, she is dressed in her floral satin night robe, her hair tied in a high bun and a scowl on her face.

'You left me in there and are doing time pass over here?' she further grilled Mehran. He sighed and stood up. He held her hand and took her few distance away from Umaira, who looked away feeling awkward.

'What has gone into you? you have never behaved so...childishly?' He glared at her. Siham jerked her hand, 'Before you have not behaved like this either...Mehran....'Siham said

'What do you mean?' Mehran raised his eyebrows.

'In these three years of our relationship...have we never fought...you know why...because I have...I have always compromised. Whatever you said I had accepted it...never questioned you....and now, something I am asking from you...can't you do.' Siham busted out. Mehran is stunned for a while. He took a step closer to her, 'If you have compromised, I have too. Did I ever come in between your career? Many times, I didn't like you shooting certain photoshoots, the parties...Did I ever stop you from doing you want and like?' Mehran said, now he is equally angry.

Umaira felt little awkward being here and so carefully stood up deciding to leave.

'It is all happening because of her, right?' Siham said pointing at Umaira. Umaira froze when the spot light fell on her.

'Don't you dare drag Umaira in all this.' Mehran warned, his tone slightly menacing. Siham's eyes filled with tears.

'You...you...have changed...Mehran...'she sobbed and buried her face in her palms. Mehran's expressions softened when she accused him of changing and more importantly when she started to cry. Umaira felt bad for Siham too but she stayed still.

'Siha...'Before Mehran could console her Siham ran back inside the hotel. Mehran sighed throwing his arms up in the air as a sign of defeat. After Siham left, there is silence. Umaira watched Mehran's back for a while before walking up to Mehran.

'You shouldn't have spoken to her that way. She is hurt.' Umaira placed her hand on his shoulder. Mehran turned around and look at her.

'What can I do? She was dragging you in between...'

'So? Mehran, she is your fiancé. She deserves love not hatred.' Mehran didn't say anything so Umaira went on, 'Whatever happened between us, she doesn't know. Don't keep her in the dark. Talk to her, make her understand...that...you...have...moved... (she gulped, a tight lump forming in her throat) .... on...and that...now....you...love...her...'Umaira could say only this much, she stopped when Mehran placed his palm over her shoulder. She looked at him, their gaze met. Mehran didn't look away.

'What if I say, I haven't moved on...'he held her gaze with confidence

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