By: Marriam Peerzada

Hi all. This is Marriam Peerzada again, and for those who don’t know me, I am a professional model in Lahore Pakistan. I am 23 now, and am 5 4 with a very hot body stats of 34 24 35. My breast size has increased over the past 3 years since I joined modeling world. I’ve narrated quite a few incidents of my life. Although I’ve been blessed with a lot of handsome friends but I still love my brothers as no matter where I go or whoever I meet, I always end up coming back home and then have to spend some quality time with my family including my 2 handsome and well built brothers.

The incident I am about to tell you today is actually the incident that happened between me and my cousin brother Amir Bhai. Amir Bhai is married to a beautiful Multani girl and has got 2 kids but he came to Lahore with a business point of view and is about to launch a satellite TV channel. He had to stay with us for 3 long weeks in our home. Although he s elder than I am, but in the 1st meeting I was attracted towards him as he has a well built muscular body, and well, he is rich and was about to open a TV channel and I wanted a shot on that TV channel. It was a weekend of summer 2005, and I ran down the stairs shouting, I have a shooting today, would anybody drive me there? I was in a tight, low waist jeans that hugged me form and a white top that ended far above the waistline of my pants. I was lithe and tall. My five feet four inches form did not have an once of extra fat anywhere. I did yoga regularly and aerobics to keep fit – which is a demand of my profession. My hair was straight and fell below my shoulder. I have large black eyes, high cheek bones and a rather broad mouth with full lips, which makes me unconventionally beautiful. My skin is flawless and smooth. Amir Bhai was sitting in the TV lounge, heard my shout and said ,I have never been to a shooting, and agreed to it immediately. He wore a cargo pant and an old navy T-shirt and a Nike sneaker. “Sis, I am ready… Come on” he shouted as he made his way to the garage. We kept chatting sweet nothings as we headed to the location.

"What is the shooting?" he asked.

"It is a music video. I m the lead."

"Do not tell me you sing as well." he said.

"No, I will be acting it out with someone doing a playback. Thank God!! The listeners are spared!!" I joked and hit a playful punch on his shoulder!!

It took us about an hour to reach the location. It all went very well. But I guess Amir Bhai was stunned to see me performing in a tight jeans and a low cut top. The top I wore had a very low neck line and it ended just above my breasts. The director had warned me that my cleavage will be on some cuts in the video shoot and well will see if they are censored or not. He told me that it was all part of the modern Pakistan and liberal women of Pakistan image programmed. Well, I knew not only the director but the make up guy and every Tom Dick and Harry on the set wanted a peek inside my low cut neck line and they waited almost breathlessly for me to duck down to pick up something or things like that to have a view of my cleavage. And I guess Amir Bhai fell for it as well. I don’t think he ever had anything like this in his mind that a girl who looks so simple in her house, coming from a very mediocre family, and whom when he met for the last time was 5 years ago and she was just an ugly little chick who had thin lean body has grown up into a damsel who can take anybody s breath away. I was in a single word looking gorgeous. Every now and then he looked at me appreciating my beauty and I smiled at him, knowingly. I knew the top I was wearing was very low cut and left most of my breasts bare whenever I just duck down or just try to sit if standing or stand up if sitting.

“Fantastic Marriam. You are wonderful.” And it all ended.

It took me 4 long hours and 3 different costumes to complete the video. All costumes were quite provocative or I mad them provocative by swaying my hips and jiggling my tits or jumping around. Everybody was happy and so was Amir Bhai. I wanted to impress him to get a place in his heart , his pocket and his TV channel.
“How did you like it?” I asked him.