After, Owais little fit of rage that Amita and Kyda witnessed from the balcony.
Dr Adil was in the front row to observe the dual, he glanced up to Amita, his new mentee on the balcony and nodded her to come down to his office. Amita had received his memo and swiftly sprinted down before Kyda even notice "Amita?... HEY, WAIT UP!" she ran after her.
Amita didn't take notice in what she was doing.
Her only perspective was to get to her mentor and fast to perform her duties.
To perform her duties on the heir to the empire.
Leaving someone like Kyda in a palace with a perplexity layout.
All she could think of was Owais and how he could be in pain.
How he now needed her.
How she now going to be closer to him physically.
Kyda couldn't catch up to her. She lost her after the 3rd left turn in the long line of hallways "AMITA?... are you still here?" She wanders aimlessly like she was a lost child in a shopping centre. As she dawdled in the halls, she couldn't help but to contemplate at a painted portrait.
Of Saif
It consisted of opaque watercolour with charcoal or thin black ink applied with a brush. His posture was lean and proud with his muscular, broad shouldered built. While wearing a dapper, sheer, Royal Navy Sherwani.
She took a few steps closer to admire the detail.
The way they accurately painted his sharp jawline.
Like his blade.
The shade of his skin was a warm, golden-brown tint, glowing from the orange sunset.
His black medium length, lustrous hair was unmade from being neatly combed slightly to the side, earlier. His lips were straight and firm to convey importance. But as she kept admiring, she slowly formed a curve, upwards on her lips.
The way the painted version of him was gazing back at her.
With his semi gold almond eyes.
They were mesmerising.
Almost as if she was being hypnotised.
"Like it"
A customer purred into her ear from behide. Kyda jolted as she felt their hot breath on the back of her neck. She lost her balance as she turned to see the culprit resulting her back to be pressed against the wall.
Of course, it was Saif
He leans over her with one hand on the wall, behide her and the other on his own hips.
He was standing over her.
Just inches away
His eyes in person, hits differently
No painter can recreate the true effect, his eyes casted on her.
"You like what you see?"
Kyda cheeks glowed a tinted crimson rose shade "What?" she wanted to make sure she heard him clearly. She had to make sure her mind isn't playing games.
He titled his head towards the portrait of himself "The painting... do you like it?" he couldn't help but to smirk a little, knowing what she was thinking of.
He pushed himself slightly back, giving her some space to stand again, instead of slouching against the wall. He faced the painting "I especially like the brushstrokes" he continued his act as he glanced at Kyda, to see her state of fluster.
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The Lost Dynasty
RomanceA young muslim lady, born and raised in the land named England with her bloodline originating from Kashmir. It would be considered a blessing to have two completely different worlds in the palm of her hands. But not for Kyda. ~ Aunties gossiping ~ U...
