Di the parking lot of the market, many people were already staring at them. "Are you sure you want to enter the market, Mr. Darian?" Fahira asked hesitantly, looking at Darian as he removed his helmet.

"Why not?" Darian replied, following Fahira's gaze as it wandered around.

"Maybe they think we're filming a soap opera!" Darian laughed, holding Fahira's hand as they entered the market. Fahira was surprised by Darian's relaxed attitude, as he didn't seem bothered or disgusted by the slightly muddy streets left from the previous night's rain.

Fahira's thoughts were spot-on. All eyes were on Darian. He stood out like a candle amidst a swarm of small...