Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

Amid the tumultuous sea of judgments, Ariana maintained her seat with composed detachment. Even as her marked choices drifted away into other people’s arms, she donned a smile, keeping an eagle eye on the candidates in the room.

At that juncture, two young men sauntered to the stage. They stood tall, bearing strapping physiques, but their faces were a canvas of heavy makeup, and their hair cascaded in natural curls. With a striking resemblance, it was evident they were twins.

After exchanging pleasantries with the assembly, the duo unfurled their act.

But a blanket of silence filled the atmosphere after their performance.

Their act melded song, dance, and rap, but the execution bore a lackluster aura. Both the singing and the dance were, at best, pathetic. Their performance inadvertently injected a strain of mediocrity into the otherwise elegant stage.

The online chat room transformed into a cauldron of mirth and remarks.

“Are these two jesters in disguise? The critics’ corner must be relishing this new fodder!”

one rushes to claim them. On to the

talent agency eager to make a mark with

ready to descend on these brothers, a bell chimed from a distant corner

looked stunned as they turned their attention toward the source of the ringing

interested in such a

corner, their amusement was hardly surprising. A wave of whispers and muffled laughter

if to say, “So desperate, huh? Your insignificant company couldn’t find anyone, so

a good laugh at Ariana’s expense. Even if these performers were signed, the consensus was that they wouldn’t survive the first round

from a rival entertainment agency leaned in and quipped, “What are you even competing for? Your small agency has no takers, and now you act this recklessly? Aren’t you worried

and calmly responded, “That’s not a concern. I am the

Ariana, musing to himself that