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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
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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
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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
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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.
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Irene’s POV:I ran from the kitchen counter, at the sound of a horn. I heard Noah’s voice telling me to be careful, as I was in heels. It was uncomfortable as always. But anything for this fake husband of mine. I smiled at the imagination, how his eyes would wander on me before he would voice out. I paced when I was near the door. I opened the door, finding him in front of me. I couldn’t control my inner happiness that appeared on my face. My eyes fell on his hand. They were empty. No flowers? I smiled even more. I decided not to mind it at all. It was enough for me that he was here. I didn’t wanna waste time, by nagging about stupid flowers. Not when he was going to fly to Chicago tomorrow. And I wasn’t going to see him for the whole month. I wanted to avail this time, to finally spill the tea. To say unsaid but felt things. I held his hand and dragged him in. Lilac coloured satin dress twirled around my waist. It was off shoulder. The delicate necklace made of rhinestone looked so
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Kian’s POV:I was very young, when I got gifted with the fear of getting hurt. To have abstract loss, or a physical loss that causes abstract grief. Years passed by and I realised I wasn't afraid of getting hurt, I was afraid of the feeling that I get from it. Being vulnerable. Vulnerable in front of anyone. Regardless of who the person is. It came with thousands of thoughts. I was very young when my parents diet. I was vulnerable at that time. And I knew that. Grandma gave me everything she had, but she couldn't fill up the spaces that were left. I never opened up in front of her about how I truly feel.When I left the town, for music. I had nothing. Nothing at all. One thing I promised myself at that time was that I will never bow to anyone. I met Raven and Quinn. They both were as eager to dive into the industry as I was, but the difference was I kept no option to go back. Mona was a teenager when she first saw me at a coffee shop. She was always like this. Reaching out to what
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Kian's POV:“That's perfect. Can we have a little smile now?”I didn't care how I looked at the awkward stretch of my lips, even though my eyes remained cold.“Perfect!” I heard the photographer exclaiming. Quickly the staff came to help me take off the jewellery and other accessories.“Your next shot is for Bulgari, we can head out in ten minutes, if you want.” I heard from my assistant.“Tell them to postpone or cancel it.” She pressed her lips at my statement.“But sir-.”“I am tired.” I cut her off and walked away as I wore my shirt.It wasn't a lie. Although it seemed like it. This was my first photo shoot of the day. And I aced it in thirty minutes. Keeping in mind my history, I used to work for sixteen hours. But I was tired now. I had gotten accustomed to being relaxed for a while. Having a relaxing centre. I needed that feeling again, being light headed. I was exhausted even though I wasn't doing that much. I wanted her. KIAN CALLOWAY BACK WITH SOME DEEP MEANING ALBUMI re
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Irene's POV:I never had that many friends. I never had friends, to be honest. I just had people who would be in my life and walk away at their own time. I was an introvert for sure. But I was a bit self indulged too. It was true no one really cared for me, except Stacy (but she was young), But I never cared for anyone either. And that's not okay, no matter at which level you are. I cared for him. Truly. I worried for him, when I saw those false allegations. People were talking about him being cancelled. My heart skipped every time he was considered finished. And this was something new to me of course. That had never happened before. Something besides my studies or financial matters occupied my mind. I wished for something other than grades and a better job. I wanted him to be happy. To be proud of his position as he always was.His album was getting famous. He was back. People were talking about him again. He was being praised. I saw everything. Heard every news about him. Every wor
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