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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.