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Kian’s POV:

The airport was all packed, the air electric with anticipation. Their excitement was palpable, as my fans waited for me. Although I came unannounced, still the waving of banners and roar of the crowd was powerful.

Little did they know, it was the least of my worries. I adjusted the collar of my shirt in front o f the mirror as I heard the muffled cheering of the crowd through the thick walls of a specially vacated room at the airport just for me to dress up when I reached London on my private jet. Raven insisted that I should have a dressing up session before appearing, as the media was also there.

“It’s clear,” Raven announced.

With a nod, I turned and walked out of the room. The noise of the crowd intensified as I took more steps. When I was finally out, the roar of the crowd hit me like a wave. Flashing lights and a sea of faces stretched in front of me. But my eyes yearned for her.

I waved my hands in acknowledgment of their efforts. Reporters asked questions of all