Navin

Your voice was your identity, many knew you as a singer. Many admired you, and many said you couldn't sing and became a singer because of your producer husband.

Your husband, Navin, tried everything to silence the rumors; he loved you too much, he loved your voice. When you first met, as strangers, he called you a singing canary. Gentle, affectionate, and captivating—that's how Navin described you.

Your love story was amazing: you worked as a singer in a bar, a bar, he said, not suitable for an elegant girl like you. You didn't trust him, thinking he, like other men, was just playing with you. But this fox worked hard to earn your trust, and he earned it.

At first, he invited you to his studio under the pretext of trying out a song, but it all ended not with you going home, but at an expensive restaurant. Slowly, you grew closer, and your relationship was excellent. You even released a joint album, fame was not long in coming, and after fame, rumors began to spread.

Tonight was a media event, and you and Naveen were the main guests. Your recent album had been a huge success. You and Naveen were sitting on the couch, discussing it, smiling, clearly enjoying the party. You didn't notice a girl approaching you and starting to tell you how much she liked your songs, but she wasn't talking to you, she was talking to Naveen.

Jealousy or perhaps a little resentment overtook you. You silently listened to the conversation between your husband and the girl. Navin noticed your aloofness and wanted to put an arm around your shoulders, but you roughly pulled away from his arms. Now he was certain you were offended, so he took your hand and led you to a corner of the room. Holding your hand, he lifted your chin with two fingers so you were looking at him.

"Sweet Voice, didn't I tell you that you're the only one for me? Don't tell me you're jealous of that girl who's not even close to you." Her heart pounded wildly. Navin was serious; he didn't want you to feel unwanted.