Irene’s POV:Everything was annoying. Maybe I was having just a bad day. Or perhaps it were his words that made me feel like this.I was working in the hospital during my clinical hours. Holding a file in my hand, I rolled my eyes at the memory of his words. I shrugged my head for the thousandth time this day, to clear my mind of what he said this morning. “Is everything alright?” I heard a masculine voice. The file in my hand was masking his view. He was in his twenties. Had some minor fractures. And it would be no exaggeration if I said that he was pretty handsome. His features were soft.“Yeah.” I stuttered a bit.“Alcohol is out of your system. And your injuries are better too.” I explained to him. Sliding out the steth that was around my neck. I bent a little examine his chest.“Just breathe a little deeper.” I said in a low voice.He was good. No wheezing or any troubled breathing.I hung the steth around my neck again and started writing all my observations on his form.He wa
Kian’s POV:I had just started working on the initial beat. I was humming with the beat. My eyebrows pinched at a disturbed rhythm and I paused it right away. I slowed down the beat, adding the bass with it. My eyes were closed. My focus was fully on the music I was working on. It kind of went well. I opened my eyes and tapped on my I-Pad, to save and work on its progress. I saw Raven entering my office. I was in my studio, I saw him through the glass wall. He had a file in his hand. He threw the file on the table, and his hand rubbed his face. I kind of had an idea what this was about. He turned to me. His features were exhausted and a very weak smile appeared on his face. I stretched my legs, to drift back the chair and stood up. Coming out of the studio. I made a swift walk towards my chair. I looked at the file silently for a while and sat.“More?” I almost whispered.“more,” he nodded. “Resignations,” he said under his breath. It was almost inaudible.The silence prevailed agai
Irene POV:Several weeks had passed since Kian became so busy. Also, my university was keeping me busy. Somedays, I would just sleep without even seeing him. Other days, I was lucky to have a little chat with him if he arrives before my bedtime. That day, I cleaned up his studio. I had put that paper in the drawer of his desk. In the morning, I found it nowhere, confirming that he had found it. I was relieved that finally he had started working. He was so immersed in his work. It was very admirable to see how devoted he was, even though sometimes I just felt so lonely. It made me feel pity on myself. How the hell, I ended up being this dependent on him. I have other acquaintances too, but something about him was just irreplaceable. So, it was a weekend. And finally, I had found time to go shopping to buy some stuff for him. I bought some good luck wish cards. Some cheesy motivational quotes written on them. I giggled at the imagination of him reading these. I was never into cute s
Kian's POV:My knuckles turned white as I gripped the bathroom’s door knob. A slight creaking sound of the door, created another wave of excited nerve to pass through my brain. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. This was it, my eyes were swollen. After a very long time, I had a migraine. It has stopped because of her, and she was the reason for it to happen again. I lifted my head to look into the drawers and I hissed in pain once again. I took the pain killer and swallowed it immediately. I made my way out of the bathroom and almost fell on the mattress.This was what I got, by controlling my anger only for her. She was so stubborn. She didn't even know, she was causing trouble. Or was it me expecting too much from her? Maybe I interpreted her wrong. Maybe, she was not that different from other girls. It was very reckless of her to ignore my concern. Or perhaps, it was my misunderstanding that I was expecting her to understand my behaviour towards her. Or maybe, she knew that
Kian's POV:I laid quietly beside her, devouring her beauty. Her skin was translucent. Hair spreading messily across her face. She turned her face to me lazily. Her neck went on full display for me. Veins peeking through her golden skin. “Irene,” I called out her name, before my emotions could take over anything. Ofcourse, she didn't even move a bit. I repeated the action, but this time my hand came on her shoulder to shake her a bit.Her eyes opened a bit, but still they were squinted, not ready to wake up.“I waited all night for you,”she said in a hoarse voice.My hand rested under my head, leaving all support over my elbow. “Why?” My thumb started brushing over her cheeks.“Wanted to check on you.”“Nice way to check on someone.” I joked, causing her to release a chuckle.She released and brushed her hand over her face to remove the straight hair. She looked beautiful. More beautiful than the morning sunshine.“How do you feel now?”The question hung in the air for a minute or
Kian’s POV:“I don't think this will get along with the vocals,” I hummed with the melody.“But the main track is still addicting, Sir,” said my programme manager ,who was unnecessarily excited. She was a newbie. And considering the fact that I didn't have much choice. I had to bear it. “Still, we need to take care of vocals. Without it, the song is all wasted.”I tapped the papers in front of me with the pen.“Also, I want to finalise this song today. So please, all of you pay attention.” I said, to the bunch of people in front of me. Working on their laptops. “I am almost done with the lyrics. The composition is ready. But you guys are still too lazy for the promotional programme. I haven't got a single outcome on that matter.” Everyone nodded and I didn't care to think how I looked in front of them.My phone rang and it was her. I picked it up, without a second thought and walked towards the corner.“Hey,” she sounded nervous.“How are you? Everything’s fine?” I questioned out
Irene's POV:No you don’t talk to your employees like that. You cannot pick them up just at one call. Without asking anything. Normal people don’t do that. Let alone the people who are notoriously famous with non serious titles. A playboy? Are you kidding me? The man who called me baby, without any rational reason for him to do that. But the worst is that, it felt so needed. The man was cooking me lunch, forcing me no to move any muscle as he was so convinced that the pressure I bore due to my own inferiority complex would have exhausted my nerves. The man looked nothing like the ones who play with your feelings and your body. He looked like someone I never met. But I always dreamt of meeting. Just like every girl dreams, when she reads those descriptions of the fictional men in the novels. He looked like those unbelievably dreamy men, when they are in love.“Here is your risotto, Ma’am,” his voice broke my thoughts. His sleeves were rolled up. Olive coloured, dress shirt was now cre
Kian’s POV:“Yes, this one. This one is alright.” “I’ll complete this. Add some reverb and stuff.” “That’ll be good.” “I’ll go now, sir.” With that he walked out from the office. My head hung in exhaustion. My back was aching. Well, actually every muscle of mine was in pain. My first release for the album was finally ready. From now on, everything was needed to be hurried. This meant , no rest. And it went exactly like that. I would spend all day at my studio. And arrive home late at night. Sometimes, I would just sleep in my office. On a few lucky days, I would arrive before her bed time and I would be blessed with her hugs, smile, shy kisses, and little bickering. That dopamine release would give me energy to work. Beautiful isn’t it?She would ask me how my day was? And I would just smile. She would never ask again. Then she would tell me all the unnecessary details about her day. And I would just smile, again. She wouldn’t demand more.My first release got so much attention.
Irene's POV: I am tired. So, f**king tired. I feel hot and cold at the same time. Cold sweats really running through my body. I am still limping. I fell maybe thousandth time. But I kept walking again. The sun is here, I can see. But I don't know where I am. I collapsed at the ground. I felt like I was dying. Maybe, I was. Tall trees, blocking all the sky. Maybe, it was a good view for a nature lover. But I wanted to see him so desperately. My legs ached. I lifted my body to see my lower half. My feet were bleeding. My knees were bruised. But there was more blood. As I observed more my hand reached under my dress. I was bleeding from my v*gina. My body practically hyperventilated. It could have meant many things. Was I not pregnant? But this much blood isn't common in periods. My mind drifted back to previous months. The stress made me forget that I had missed periods for two months. If I was really pregnant, then this bleeding wasn't a good sign. I felt so thirsty.
Kian's POV: “Say it again.” “W-we can't find her anywhere sir.” Rush of adrenaline. My brain stopped working. “What the f**k did you say,” I held Robert by his collar, pinning him to the wall. “You had one job. Only one. To. Look. After. Her.” I punched him violently. “AND YOU CAN'T F**KING DO THAT.” “S-sir please. We will find her.” I pushed him away. My eyes roamed through the house, hands brushing off my hair nervously. “FIND HER. OR ELSE YOU ARE DEAD.” I can't believe, I came home just after half an hour of this fight. To solve the matter. But she was nowhere. Robert came rushing into the house. And told me a story that she disappeared while running away from him. How? How can she? Was she that mad? Where is she? “All my fault, all my fault. All my fault..” my body shaking as I grabbed my head kneeling on the ground. In an instant, something clicked. And I grabbed my phone and dialled Raven's number. “Hey, kian-” “She is gone. She is gone, Raven. I don't
Irene's POV: None of this would have happened, if I had just not created the drama. Or maybe I am wrong. She would have succeeded in her mission one way or another. I am abducted. Helpless. Shelterless. At her mercy. And now I recall everything in my mind, I see how I had forgot the thing I had wanted. I just wanted him. But I got distracted. My attention was diverted to her, because of my own mistake. My own insecurities. My own jealousy. Right now, I just want his embrace. His voice to tell me that everything is okay, and it is just a dream. But it's not. My body ached in pain, head heavy with an unknown weight. My jaw hurt and I got reminded by the slaps. She slapped me, hit me. Mona did that. She did all of that. She planned it, carefully and precisely. The door creaked open, and the rays of light pierced my eyes. I couldn't see accurately. But as the silhouettes of the person came nearer I saw it was Jasper. He was smiling. He slipped the package in his hand In f
Irene's POV:I was coming from the grocery when I saw Kian’s car parked. It wasn't his time to come home. I got off my car and walked to the corridor. As I entered the living room. I found him sitting on the couch. His head hung back, eyes closed.“Kian, are you alright?” Putting all the packages on the table I walked towards him. He opened his eyes to look at me. I cupped his face, hovered myself over him.“Do you feel pain?” he looked at me, for a second and then blinked. “No, I am alright.” His voice was neutral. “You came early? Did something happen?” I took the space beside him.“No, nothing happened. Everything’s fine. No video of ours is being streamed on social media.” It was a good thing. But why did it sound so bitter on his tongue?“What happened?” My voice was almost inaudible. After all the wait, to give him space. I thought it was over. We will be back to normal.“You told Raven everything?” “I did it because I thought he is your friend and he can handle it.” once agai
Kian's POV:Two weeks and a half had passed since the fight that happened. I regretted everything I said in anger. For that I tried to make up for her everytime I got the chance. Sometimes in the form of flowers, chocolates other times I helped her feeling good.Well, she didn't mention the incident again. Not that I was unaware of the mental war she must have been going through. But still, there was change. She was trying.A perfect traditional date. In a fancy restaurant. Was a good change. We never really did typical couple things, and doing this felt new. She wore a dress, sky blue in colour. I was sure, I had never seen her in this colour before. She looked ethereal and she wasn't believing even after the hundredth time I was telling her.“Maybe it's the makeup then, I mean it looks too much.” she whined.“You look beautiful, that's my final answer. No matter what you think.” I stated sternly.She rolled her eyes, amusingly. The waiter came and started serving the dishes. I loo
Irene's POV:“Mona?” I blinked. It felt like time stopped. My heart thumped harder as my eyes tried to shove the reality into my face. It was really her, but, with him?“Kian?” As I looked at his face. It was a new revelation. How a nervous Kian looks. Blood left his body. He looked pale. Eyes wide with fear? I don't know, I don't fuc**ing know. What was this witch doing here, out of all the places in his office. Near my man.The day was extremely boring at university. Some classes were cancelled. Upcoming annual fare at university was driving people crazy. It was necessary for me to participate too. So when Margret asked to join her, it didn't feel wrong. She proposed to me to hang out some more. Because, it felt boring as compared to spending rest of the day with him. So I called Robert and went home. Prepared snacks to pack for him. It was a new recipe for waffles I had discovered recently on Pinterest. I changed my outfit to a floral dress. Kian loves dresses on me, according to h
Kian’ POV:Five minutes till the meeting start. Long time to stare at the picture Irene just sent showing off her new outfit. Such a tease, deliberately blurring her face. When she knew I hated it. Another picture. her face was not blurred thank God. Hair tied in a ponytail. For so many reasons, I had grown quite liking for this hairstyle. I chuckled at the thought. “Though I’d say hi personally,” I thought it were my ears ringing because there was no way I just heard Mona. As I turned my rolling chair, I came into reality. It was her. My eyebrows pinched at the sight, not sure what to really say. She looked thinner. And for some reason she seemed calmer. Her smile looked genuine, not to mention that I knew it wasn't. “What are you doing here?” Was my question. Her outfit was surprisingly unrevealing. It looked like she was finally cleaning her shi*t or just pretending. None of it was my concern.“For the meeting, you forgot? Tatte company is in the highest sponsor category.” It wa
Irene’s POV:I watched at my outfit for hundredth time. Checking all the criterias that I had build in my mind considering it’s a not so personal dinner. I was here as his wife. Sara, Raven’s girlfriend looked friendly and bubbly. Which I didn’t see in many of Kian’s acquaintances. She was a redhead. Beautifully slaying the maroon coloured outfit. Her features were very prominent. She looked confident. Well, it was understandable since she was handling real estate business all herself. That wasn’t inherited but built by herslef. Okay, that was impressive. The table was set with all the delicious meals. I was sitting on the chair, revising all the table manners I had once learned. “My chief’s special soup,” she said as put the bowl of soup on front of me. I smiled as I dived into it.“That’s amazing” I praised genuinely. She gave me a cheeky girin. She was outgoing, that eased my anxiety a lot. I was wearing a beige coloured not so short dress. I skipped necklace and just wore silver
Kian’s POV:As I took out my phone, it was already ten. It was my time to leave. I grabbed my car keys from the table, causing the heads of two of my best friends snapped in my direction. “Already?” Quinn arched his brows.“Uhh, don’t wanna sleep on the couch. She gets really grumpy when I am late.” I said hanging my jacket on my arm.“No matter how much I try It’s really too much for me to get used to this ideal husband's behaviour.” I chuckled at Raven’s comment. “Are you really this scared of her, I mean she doesn’t looked like she would ever look horrible enough to scare the sh*t out of you.” I could see the honesty in his eyes.The truth she never looked horrible, she looked a bit scared herself. Whenever she would shout at me, I sensed the uncertainity in her eyes. Wanting to know if it did affect me. I wanted to give her the assurety that her offence did matter to me. That she wasn’t just some random girl. I took her as my….. Wife. because to me there was nothing left to che