The sky was a soft shade of gray, the cold breeze whispering through the endless green valleys of Scotland. As their private jet landed, the sight before them was nothing short of a dream—a grand medieval castle, standing atop the highlands, surrounded by mist-covered mountains and flowing rivers.
As they stepped out Sophia inhaled deeply, her eyes sparkling. "It's like a fairy tale," she whispered, gripping Mirshad's arm.
Mirshad, dressed in a black coat, smirked slightly. "This is our home for the next week. No noise, no distractions—just you and me."
Sophia's heart raced. It wasn't just the castle. It was him.
As they approached the castle entrance, a butler in a crisp black suit bowed deeply. "Welcome, Sir. Welcome, Madam. Everything has been prepared as per your requests."
Sophia glanced at Mirshad, confused. "You planned this?"
Mirshad smirked. "I don't leave things to chance."
The doors opened, revealing a grand hallway lined with chandeliers, ancient paintings, and golden candle holders. A massive fireplace burned at the center, warming the stone walls.
Sophia turned in awe. "This… feels like a palace."
The butler smiled. "Madam, this is more than a castle. It is yours."
Mirshad stepped behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Our castle. Our moment. For the next seven days, you are my queen."
Sophia blushed deeply.
Later that evening, a feast was prepared. Golden candlelight flickered across the dining table, filled with exotic dishes from around the world.
Mirshad sat at the head of the table, dressed in a fitted black shirt, looking like a true king. Sophia, in an elegant maroon dress, sat beside him, her beauty glowing in the firelight.
"Wine, my King?" she teased, holding up a glass.
Mirshad's lips curled into a smirk. "So, I'm a King now?"
She leaned closer, whispering, "You've always been."
For a moment, silence filled the air. A rare moment where Mirshad had no words. He simply lifted his glass and took a sip, his sharp eyes locked onto hers.
After dinner, Mirshad led Sophia outside to the castle's open-air balcony. The view stretched over the highlands, with the moon casting a silver glow over the land.
Sophia, wrapped in Mirshad's coat, looked up. "This is perfect."
Mirshad pulled her close, his warmth overpowering the cold air. "You know what's more perfect?"
"What?" she asked, tilting her head up.
His hand traced her jawline. "You."
Sophia's breath hitched. Mirshad had always been smooth, but tonight was different. There was no teasing, no sarcasm—just truth.
She leaned into him, resting her head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, strong.
For once, he wasn't MRD. He wasn't Boss. He wasn't the ruler of the world.
He was just Mirshad.
And he was hers.
As the night deepened, they walked back inside, the castle's warm glow embracing them.
Just before they reached their chambers, Sophia stopped.
Mirshad turned, raising an eyebrow. "What is it?"
Sophia looked up at him, her voice soft but powerful.
"Good night… my King."
For the first time, Mirshad froze. His sharp eyes flickered with something new—something deep.
Then, a slow, satisfied smirk spread across his lips.
He stepped forward, tilting her chin up with his fingers.
"Say that again."
Sophia's cheeks burned. "Why?"
His voice dropped. "Because I like it."
She bit her lip, whispering again. "My King."
Without warning, Mirshad scooped her into his arms, carrying her through the chamber doors.
The heavy wooden doors closed behind them.
And for the rest of the night, Scotland belonged only to them.
The castle stood tall against the Scottish highlands, surrounded by misty mountains and endless green fields. A place untouched by time, hidden from the chaos of the world—a perfect escape for Mirshad and Sophia.
Morning arrived with a soft drizzle. The fresh scent of wet earth filled the air.
Sophia had always wanted to ride horses, so Mirshad arranged a private stable. The moment she saw a majestic white stallion, her eyes lit up.
Sophia excited "Mirshad, look! This one is mine!"
Mirshad chuckled, mounting his own black stallion with ease.
Mirshad "You sure you can handle it?"
Sophia smirked. "I can handle you, can't I?"
He raised an eyebrow. "That's different."
As they galloped across the misty fields, laughter filled the air. Sophia struggled at first, nearly falling, but Mirshad rode beside her, catching her whenever she lost balance.
At one point, she almost slipped, but Mirshad grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his horse, holding her tight against his chest.
Sophia blushing "You just wanted me on your horse, didn't you?"
Mirshad "Maybe."
They rode back together, Sophia resting against him, feeling safe, loved, and completely his.
That night, Mirshad had planned a surprise. As Sophia entered the highest tower, she found a candlelit dinner set against a wide-open window overlooking the moonlit highlands.
She gasped, looking at Mirshad.
Sophia: "You did this… for me?"
He pulled out a chair for her. "Of course. You deserve the best."
As they ate, Sophia couldn't stop staring at him—the candlelight dancing in his eyes, his calm, powerful presence making her heart race.
Sophia (softly): "Sometimes I forget you're the most powerful man in the world… because when I look at you, I only see my Mirshad."
Mirshad reached across the table, taking her hand.
Mirshad: "That's all I want to be. Just yours."
As the night deepened, they danced under the stars, the cold wind forgotten in the warmth of their embrace.
This day was pure comfort—no adventures, no plans, just the two of them in their private world.
Sophia lay on the sofa, her head resting on Mirshad's lap as he absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair.
Sophia (pouting): "Tell me a story."
Mirshad raised an eyebrow. "A story?"
Sophia: "Yes. Something you've never told anyone."
He went silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice.
Mirshad: "When I was younger, I always wished for one thing. Not power, not money. Just someone who would see me as a man, Someone who wouldn't fear me, but love me."
Sophia looked up at him, eyes full of emotion.
Sophia: "You have that now."
He smiled, gently touching her lips with his thumb.
Mirshad: "I know."
That evening, after a long day exploring the castle, Mirshad was soaking in the massive stone bathtub, steam rising around him.
Sophia walked in, wrapped in a silk robe.
Sophia (grinning): "So this is how my king relaxes?"
Mirshad smirked. "Your king is waiting for his queen."
She laughed, but as she stepped closer, she saw his tired eyes.
Her smile faded.
She knelt beside him, dipping her hand into the warm water, gently running it over his arm.
Sophia (softly): "You carry so much… You never rest."
Mirshad took her hand, kissing it.
Mirshad: "That's why I have you. To remind me what peace feels like."
"My King."
His eyes darkened with emotion.
Mirshad: "Say it again."
She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
"My King."
Mirshad closed his eyes, exhaling deeply, feeling something he had never felt before—pure, undisturbed peace.
At midnight, unable to sleep, they rode horses under the moonlight, the cool air brushing against their skin.
Sophia (smiling): "This feels like a dream."
Mirshad pulled her horse closer to his.
"Then don't wake up."
Under the dark sky, they shared soft kisses, whispering about the future—about a home, a family, and a life beyond power.
On the final morning, Sophia stood at the balcony, gazing at the land that had become their temporary paradise.
Mirshad wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Sophia: "I don't want to leave."
Mirshad (softly): "Then we'll return one day."
She turned in his arms, resting her forehead against his.
Sophia: "Promise?"
Mirshad: "I promise."
They shared one last kiss in the castle, knowing this place would always hold their most cherished memories.
As they stepped outside, the Helicopter was waiting.
They were leaving their castle… but taking with them something even greater—a deeper, unbreakable love.