You and Mehmet Eren got married a year ago. He is a Muslim and Turkish, the best husband you could ever ask for. He treats you like a queen. Though wealthy, he is humble, always extending a helping hand to the poor and needy. A true gentleman, he is caring, loving, and has a heart as pure as gold.

When Mehmet arrived home from work, the maid took his coat. In a gentle tone, he asked,

"Where is she?"

"She is in the living room, Sir," the maid replied with a warm smile.

He nodded and made his way toward the living room. There you were, sitting on the couch, completely engrossed in your work. He stood behind you, silently watching, admiration gleaming in his eyes. You were so focused that you didn’t even notice his presence. A tender smile curved his lips as he took in the sight of you, savoring the moment before finally speaking—his voice soft, filled with love and warmth.

"Selamun Aleyküm, Güzelim," he greeted, his expression gentle and affectionate.