You, Alone. ✅

Chapter 25

Ammarah's POV

Faded- Alan walker

The outside of the whole building is buzzing with people. Everyone is packed out waiting for the art launch. The art studio owner, Dr Yahya, Rahma, Binta, Sadiq, Rayyan and I stood before the studio's door as the countdown began. I looked over to Rayyan, in his expensive looking shirt and trousers. He looks a little different but still wore the same smile he always does.

"To your art" I said looking into his eyes and he smiled. And that alone was telling so many things that didn't need the words.

"1...2...3" And the confetti's rushed upwards twirling in air before coming back to us. The owner of the studio walked to the door and with a huge smile, flung it open.

Rayyan and I stood right where we are as people rushed pass us into the studio.

He turned to me "Ready?

I took a deep breath "Always"

Together, we fell into steps and headed to the studio. I breathe in the scent of the studio, paint, perfumes and even more paint. People stopped by portraits and landscapes of Rayyan's painting and some already claiming it. When we walked in, they quickly rushed over and swarmed him while I walk over to my friends.

"Hello girls" I said when I reached them

"So much beauty I want to scream. But, I also want to keep low and get myself an artistic gentleman" Ammi said patting her veil.

"I know right. They all look so crisp" Badiyya replied

"You know you're amazing even when you squeak" I said looking over to Ammi who rolled her eyes as a response

"Is that how you landed a man that is obsessed with you?

"Rayyan knew how amazing Ammarah is. His level of obsession is high" Erica spoke to Ammi then added 'Healthily though"

"You guys! Rayyan is not obsessed with me"

"Of course he is. Especially after those three painting" Aisha said and I furrowed my brows confused

"What three paintings?

The girls looked at each other with a triumphant smile as if finding a lifetime quest. Aisha dragged me by my hand and we walked over to a little crowd of people. We squeeze in and after gaining my stance I looked up to the three huge portraits that stood before us.

It took me a minute to process what it was and then I staggered back. my breathings hitched and my heart jumped to my throat. The whole studio started rotating as I stared at a painting of me. All in different clothing yet all looking like me. Except the ethereal look the paintings all wore. From here, I looked like an ancient sensation, almost like looking at portraits of your ancestor who did something remarkable.

"Guys" I turned to the girls "That is a painting of me" My hands shook as I pointed

"Not one, not two but three" Aisha replied

Erica spun me around to face her and she said "Do you know what this means? You have made it to the art world"

We looked at each other for some seconds and then we screamed, Loudly, that everyone turn to watch us.

"Are you going to him now? Ammi asked and I looked around not seeing him

"He's probably busy now. You guys can talk when it is over" Badiyya said and we agreed.

A photographer ask for our pictures and we posed in front of the painting. My painting.

"A man like Rayyan though" Ammi said and we laughed just as the camera flashed.