'What were you talking to Umaira?' Mehran ignored his father and asked his mother directly. Now, it is her turn to frown.

'What?'

'Don't act like you don't know anything. I heard you talking to Umaira at the breakfast table.' Mehran said

'Mehran, why are discussing that girl?' his father interrupted sternly.

'Exactly!' his mother agreed. Mehran looked at his father, 'Because I still love her and I don't want anyone hurting her. Plus, you guys have already done so much damage with your fake drama of having a heart attack. If not for that, I and Umaira would have been married. We would have been together and happy. Now, that you guys have already done enough so please (he joined his palms together) stay away from Umaira.' He said. His parents stood wide-eyed.

'You are arguing with your parents for a silly girl.' His father spat angrily.

'She is not a silly girl, she is the woman I love. Please Dad, there is already a trench between us that only grew in these five years thanks to that betrayal of yours. Please, don't make me distance myself so much that there is no returning back.' Mehran said. His father didn't say anything, Mehran could see hurt in his eyes. He too is hurt by what his parents had done, so he didn't feel guilty.

Before anyone else spoke, he turned and walked away. His parents simply watched him go, his mother had begun to cry but his father stood still.

As Mehran walked out from the room, he accidently dashed into Umaira who stood just outside the door. She held the wall with one palm and another palm resting on her chest, her eyes moist. Shit! She heard everything, Mehran thought.