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Kian's POV:

I was walking through the hallway. Media , fans ,and investors were waiting for me to congratulate me for the award I just received. Body guards, manager and my buddy Raven were surrounding me. When I reached the door, it opened. Camera flashes attacking everyone’s eye. Fangirls shouting out my name. This place was a mess. Reporters were throwing all their curious questions at my face.

I really didn't want to deal with this drama and wanted to go straight to my lavish car and be at home in my bed. But then Raven whispered  more like in declaring tone:

"We have to interact with them, we are already in-". He paused, I looked at him. He signalled me by showing me his sheepish eyeS. I sighed, to show how frustrated I was. Then a voice came from the crowd.

"Mr. Kian, how do you feel , you have won the biggest award of the year. Who do you want to thank"

I turned to look for the person who asked . I didn’t find the person in the huge crowd and camera flashes but answered any way:

"Thank?" I scoffed. ‘ There is no one I should thank for. And the thing about how do I feel’

I felt a very sharp anger in my body,

"I feel nothing".

"What?"the herd of reporters said in unison.

"But you just got your award for all of your hard work. You should be happy," a female reporter asked.

"Happy? Happy are those who are surprised. I AM KIAN CALLOWAY AND THIS WAS MEANT FOR ME"

My voice raised in agitation and anger. 

Raven rubbed my back, "Calm down Ki , for your own sake" he pleaded. 

I was on my way to to ignore these shit pieces, and go all the way out of this crowd. When I heard another female voice:

"Is that true, Mr.Kian that you are a playboy and know nothing about love so that your music is always rough and romance free"

I turned to crush her in a moment or two, when a group of fangirl shouted:

"KIAN! I LOVE YOU"

Oh the timing. I smirked at the thought.

"But its rough enough to make the girls scream for me"

The whole crowd burst into laughter and the reporter's face turned red.

"Ok everybody! That's it for today" Raven started to shove off the crowd with my bodyguards.

And I successfully reached my car.

When I reached home. I immediately jumped in the shower and let myself relax there. When I got out of the shower. I looked at my room. Quiet and dark. I stood in front of the mirror, looking at my face I sighed. And then I stepped into my studio equipped with all modern musical instruments , audio system, recording area within a house. I walked out of the studio, feeling myself irritated. I went to my large kitchen, and began to cook pasta for myself. No matter how tired I was, cooking always felt a bit relaxing. After I was done with cooking I sat on my couch. I was plating the pasta when I glanced at the title of a magazine lying on the table. 

‘KIAN CALLOWAY IS A FAILURE IN LOVE.’

It was on the cover of a best selling magazine. I searched for the date. It was published yesterday.

My veins began to pop out. Anger was all I felt at that moment. I picked it up and tried to crumble it with one and threw it  away with full force , it fell on the floor. I looked at the pasta resting on the plate. My jaws clenched and suddenly all the taste buds in my mouth felt numb. I tossed the plate into the wall. It shattered in pieces. Pasta was dripping on the floor. I felt a very sharp pain in my head. I walked to my bed room, threw myself on my large bed. I was staring at the ceiling. Blood was rushing fast in my veins and my breath was uneven. And soon i started to feel sleepy and no matter how was the day at the end of it, I felt like a shit and wished by saying;

‘Please make it easy for me tomorrow’

Irene’s POV

I was sitting in the garden in front of the Physiology department. Staring at my wallet, there was only a bus card. I just had a slice of bread for breakfast. And I was going to starve for lunch for sure. But there’s a possibility of dinner if I ask for some advance from my boss at work. But then I looked at the ‘Golden Performance Badge’ that I was awarded with today for excellent performance at my lab work. And that was the main thing of course. Because, I was winning for the future so it doesn’t matter if I was having just bread and some butter for an entire week thrice a day and I did know that I was experiencing fatigue due to lack of proper diet.

 But It was okay.

I said to myself even if I knew that it was not okay.

Just when I was in my regular session of therapy (talking to myself in my thoughts) , a voice interrupted me:"‘Feeling triumphed that you are just ranked higher than me?"

I turned to see the most expected person to be there. Mona Lee was standing in front of me, with her absolutely stunning features. Lean body, blond hair, big blue dazzling eyes. I sometimes used to think what if she was as lovely as her features were. I stood up in front of her. And crossed my arms across my shirt, trying to hide the hole around the cuff with my hand, of course she always made me insecure by those clothes of hers which I absolutely can’t afford. " I really don’t understand you Mona, why do you think you are so important to me? Of Course I am happy for the achievement, but not to be ranked higher than you" I paused and then gave her a smirk. " I am happy because I am ranked higher than all of you" that was enough to make her blood boil but before she could say anything I said:

"I would have given you more reasons, but I have a class. Actually-WE have a class"

Her beautiful features were clearly dulled at my confidence. And then she glanced at her expensive watch which again made  me feel small. But I passed to her not to show her my own frustrated features. 

I was literally trying to hide the growling of my stomach in the class, thankfully I sat in the back seat of the auditorium. Mona and her chicks were sitting in front of me. And they had no concern with what the professor was saying, sometimes I used to wonder how she was able to be in the top five when she paid almost no attention to lectures.Also there were  rumours that  she uses her money to be able to maintain her position. I didn’t know if it was technically possible. I was trying to concentrate on the lecture but there was no way I could focus when they were talking so loudly and the professor couldn't hear or say anything because the auditorium was crowded as always. So I had no choice except to listen to what they were  saying.

"is Kian really serious. Everyone says he is just a playboy,d' Ginny said, who was one of her chick.

"Of Course bitch, we have been together for a long time now.’ Mona was pissed at her and wanted to rip her head off. 

"No, like he is also older than you and he is with other girls all the time."

" Huh" Huh, I can’t believe you are pointing out that he is older than me just because you can get her," she clearly taunted her.

"No, I didn’t mean that -" Mona cut her off. "Yes he is older than me by just 4 years and just so you know older guys are more fun." she gave a devilish smile. "And yes he is with other girls. But I am his permanent one. I am always invited to his every music launch. Also I was his date at his friend’s spring party.’" Her face was red. I was amused by that look of her. What a weird name it was, I said to myself. I had heard that name often, maybe it was her boyfriend. And the idea of anyone in her acquaintance made me feel nauseous. Of Course he would be some rich rude guy, that she could flaunt like that watch of hers

"Yes, but  he is seen with other girls many time too"

I got worried for Ginny, she was provoking Mona. but before Mona could say anything my stomach growled and of course they heard it. Three of them turned their heads in shock. Yes there it was , I saw that look in their eyes especially in Mona’s eyes. The look of humiliation.

"Did you just-" Mona paused and burst into laughter with her chicks. I was trying to be calm,  not to run, not to panic and most of all not to panic. I always hated crying, especially in front of someone I hate. 

"Are you hungry?" Sandy said,  another one of their gang. 

"Are you really that broke?" Mona asked.

"I just didn’t have breakfast," I said, trying to be as calm as I could be. 

"OH REALLY." they all said in unity, and burst into laughter again. 

I really wanted time to stop at the moment. But here came another rescue, when the professor finished the lecture and everyone started leaving. And I found it most suitable to just escape.

I was panting heavily , when I stepped on the bus. I sat on the nearest seat beside the window. My body was recovering from flight mode. Also lack of nutrition made it worse. I rushed from the auditorium after the professor left the class and with the fear of being chased and humiliated like a garbage can I ran all the way through the department, to the main garden and lastly at the bus stop luckily the bus was there and I hopped in it. 

Pity.I said to myself, looking out of the window. There was so much to worry about than feeling disappointed about being called broke. Of Course everybody knew that I was on a scholarship. And I didn’t live in the luxury dorm. Living in a small apartment. I had to pay for rent and student loans. Of Course I was doing odd jobs to compensate but that was not enough. And most of all getting myself worried about my reputation was a luxury to me. I sighed, and completed my self therapy session that was interrupted before by Mona. By that time, I had reached my stop. I got off the bus, starting walking towards the small cafe where I worked as a waitress. 

I unlocked the door. It was my small apartment. My body was aching. I stepped in and shut the door. I turned on the lights. Only one bedroom and the only room, a small kitchen setting by the side more like a kitchenette. A small bathroom with a shower barely able to fit me. But the most rich portion of my room was my study corner. The desk which I bought after saving up for 3 months. A lamp and a small bookshelf with different books about medicine. I sat on the chair,  it was broken and was fixed several times by myself.  My desk was decorated with sticky notes, marked to do lists. That always gave me hope that I was walking towards a better future. On the wall, with my desk there were many quotes written. Like, you can do it, you got it girl and things like that. Just to gear up myself. On the corner all my achievements were hanging. Golden badges, lab awards, etc. I heard the growling of my stomach again. And I scoffed at myself. I was going to sleep hungry again tonight. I had asked my boss for some advance but he refused instantly saying ‘I am not hiring here for charity work’. And I had no courage or energy to plead and say that I was starving. I took out the badge I got today from my bag and hung it on the wall with other achievements. Usually I was happy and forgot all my worries whenever I would place these things on the wall, even if I was starving. But this time, it was different. I sighed in God knows what feeling.  I stood up and went to the bathroom and took a shower. When I stepped out, I had no energy to do anything. I laid in my small bed and felt my eyes becoming heavy with sleep when I felt another growl. I opened my eyes again but closed them eventually, as there was nothing to do except to pray as usual in your heart. 

Please Lord, make it easy for me tomorrow.