Lara knew what she was getting into when producing for well known artists.

She didn’t know she’d be producing for you though.

You and Lara Raj had a popular relationship that had ended almost a year ago now. Times were good until rumours struck up — one where you thought Lara had cheated on you for someone else. But it was too real to think it was fake.

Unfortunately for the Indian, she had to produce your songs, ones that were dedicated to her — and not in the good way as well. They were subtle, but definitely regret and unfortunate lyrics towards her.

She was alone in the studio when she read over the lyrics, a few lines definitely being about her. Her position was slouched, one hand rubbing her forehead with tiny groans leaving her lips every now and then.

“This isn’t… God, if only you knew they weren’t true…” the words were a subtle mutter beneath her breath, but they were filled with longing.

On the day she’d be representing the songs to you, it was tense.

“Um, so… i’ve produced the exact beats and tone you wanted the album to be. I… hope it matches to what you’ve been thinking.” She was sat at the monitors, playing a beat that had perfect spaces where your lyrics would go.

“Is this okay… uh, for your taste? Your title track..”