Davis began losing concentration in everything he did, he was late for his practice, spacing out, and he wasn't himself. He wasn't sure what to do now with Balira married, 'but she can't be' he thought, Davis kept mumbling to himself, that he didn't realize someone who was also lost in their thoughts and as expected "bump" they crashed into each other.
" Ouch" the lady exclaimed, before she could fall Davis caught hold of her, steadied her then let her go " Are you alright?" he asked concerned "I'm fine sorry I bumped into you," she said dusting herself off any dust when she raised he head to look at the man her eyes broadened, and she started blushing. She noticed who Davis was, he was a singer and not just that he was her favourite musician. "OMG, you are Davis Jung, the singer, I'm your biggest fan, I know I shouldn't say this but can I get an autograph!!!?" Davis covered her mouth because she was screaming "Please lower your voice, please" Lunar smiled and did the expression of zipping her mouth and throwing the key away. " I can't believe I'm right next to Davis Jung" this time she said in a whisper, Davis just watched her giggle like a teenager which he was sure she wasn't "What happened to your hair? Why did you get blonde hair, I liked your black hair better" she was whining about his hair colour? Really?
Davis sighed, he was irritated with the way she was touching him, but she was his fan and he had a soft spot for his fans even though this one was the most annoying yet. "well this hair colour isn't that bad" she said while still playing with it. He was a Korean pop singer and he was passionate about his work. He is half Korean and half Russian so he had incredible features, like his tall figure, white hair (which he dyed), button nose, monolid eyes, sharp jawline, and pouty lips. In general super sexy.
Davis was only in London to find out where the love of his life was, but alas he was too late and she was married, breaking his soul, his heart, and him in general.
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Asad held Balira in his arms, as they reached the bedroom, he laid her on the bed and picked up where they left off, he leaned in ready to seize her lips when his phone rang, he was enraged by the sound and decided to ignore but to his dismay, the phone rang again and again and again. "fuck" he cursed under his breath and picked up the phone, angry and irritate the spoke out to the person over the phone "what is it I'm occupied" the person on the other side of the phone scoffed "is that how your mother taught you to speak to elders? You better watch your tone with me a young man or else, I need you also to get your ass back to country SA, or else" Mr. Malik said and hung up the phone. Asad's place turned dreadful, and his face paled, Balira who noticed approached Asad, "Asad what's wrong? Who were you speaking to on the phone? Are you okay" She bombarded him with questions. Asad took a deep breath "Balira, don't panic but I need you to get VIC and Hamida to tell them to pack their bags, we're leaving for country J this instance. Balira's eyes widened in confusion...