Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?

Suddenly the front doors opened, and out ran a girl in her twenties. Before he could get a good look at her, her skinny hands were wrapped around his neck as she shrieked excitedly, " Murat, It has been too long. I have missed you. "

" And look at you! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes? " Murat replied warmly, taking her hands off from his neck and examining her.

Indeed the young girl that he had seen and remembered from four years ago had grown into a beautiful woman. Olivia had become slightly thinner with a slender hourglass like figure, her jet black hair hanging till her waist. One of her eyes was bright green while the other one was deep blue, similar to that of Murat's. She had heterochromia, but that only made her more beautiful. Her face was perfectly oval in shape, with deep sea like eyes drawing anybody into them. It was safe to say that she looked nothing like the Sarsilmaz family and the world knew it.

" Let's go inside. Mother and father are waiting for you. " Murat nodded in agreement.

As Olivia and Murat entered the great mansion, a smell of delicious dishes wafted in their direction. Murat immediately recognized them, all were his favourites since he was a teenager. No doubt Mrs. Sarsilmaz had ordered the maids to cook it since he was coming home after a long time.

Murat had almost forgotten how his house looked like, the tall ceilings, paintings adorning the wall, lovely crown molding, a table in the center, two flights of spiral staircases going up to the second floor, the floor is ceramic tile. There are pricey antiques all over the place and the kitchen is equipped with best gadgets. The counter top is made of marble and also there are at least eight bedrooms, each one with a different theme and a bathroom of its own. From inside you can see that they have a heated pool that is connected to a hot tub. All in all it was a luxury based mansion, where one could live their lives pretty well.

" Murat! "

" Mom. "

An old lady with striking resemblance was standing near the staircase while a man stood behind her. Out of the two, Murat had inherited his father's handsome looks while the blue coloured eyes were from his mother. With the combined looks of his parents, it was safe to say that he was worth drooling over and was none less than Arnav Singh Raizada.

Hugging his mom, he looked at her once she let go. She had indeed grown old with a lot of wrinkles now on her face. However, it was the same - kind and elegant. Behind her stood, Mr. Sarsilmaz.

Nezat Sarsilmaz, was the current executive director as well as CEO of the Sarsilmaz group of companies. Having worked side by side with his own father after graduation, he had clear principles of honesty and integrity. For one, he would never accept bribery or wrong practices even if the company was sinking. The morals were too high upon which he prided himself. But now he was nearing sixty and was looking forward to a retirement. Initially, Murat was supposed to be declared as the successor of the group but with the change of events, Olivia would take over the company once she finished college. The announcement had been made one year ago, following which the entire business world was stunned. They had not expected this, that a woman would be able to bear the burden especially that of Sarsilmaz group but Mr. Sarsilmaz had convinced them otherwise. Now only future could tell them what exactly was in store for the business.

" Dad. " Murat spoke, meeting his father's eyes. Mr. Sarsilmaz was dressed in a grey checked suit and looked as punctual as ever. They shook hands.

" Shall we? " pointing towards the oval dinner table, they made their way over, with Mrs. Sarsilmaz shooting them nervous glances and Olivia looking in discomfort. The union of Murat and Nezat was such that it was impossible for them not to fight. There was always a disagreement following which Murat would leave the place in anger.

The dinner was a rather quite affair, with clanking of spoons and soft chewing and gulping sounds. Olivia and Murat were talking light heartedly, making jokes while Mrs. Sarsilmaz glanced at her husband every now and then. She knew his purpose of inviting Murat at dinner tonight and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

After the dinner was over, Murat headed with Olivia upstairs to her room, while the maids cleaned up the table. Mrs. Sarsilmaz caught her husband's hand and whispered lightly, " Honey, don't do this. Please. "