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Chapter 14. Painting

🎶 Aise Kyun

Published on 31.05.2022

| AUTHOR'S POV |

Life is like a blank canvas which you've the freedom to fill with colours of your wish. The colours of your dreams, the colours of the people you want in your life, the colours of your choices and decisions, the colours of the various moments you live. When you start a painting, you've a vision of how you would want it to look like but it never turns out to be exactly a splitting image of your imagination. It either turns out to be better or worse than you had thought.

Life's like that.

It never goes according to your plan. If it turns out worse than you'd predicted, it means you've a chance to work and grow and strive for even better and if it turns out to be better than you'd expected, it means you're capable of bigger things than you give yourself credit for, you're way more than you think you're. It's all about perspective.

Perspective. A deluded concept. Varies from person to person. Can either make you see the good in the worst of situations or can make you point out the flaws in the best of them. It's scary, isn't it? How you can lead yourself to believe a completely false narrative, something that doesn't even exist just to confer upon yourself a little comfort or to make yourself anxious because you think that's what you deserve. But it's thrilling too. To have the power to steer yourself in whichever direction you wish to. To have the control of your own life, to let yourself be your own guide even if it's a bad one.

So when Ayansh agreed to his brother who wants nothing but revenge, he thought it's his chance, a sole chance to get Rahul's approval, love and brotherly affection that he had always craved for. It's wrong and in the back of his mind, he's aware that he'll never be able to do as told but it's the only opportunity he sees to get something that others get without asking, selflessly. Make Inaaya fall in love with him? Ridiculous, impossible, not happening at all in this lifetime atleast. Why will a smart, confident, talented, acknowledged, straightforward, brave girl fall in love with a shy, naive, awkward, scared, good for nothing, living in a shell person like him? Yet he agreed because he was desperate. And now, the idea of it, the decision to agree seems plain stupid. But he won't back out, he can't. Not when his brother has asked something of him, expected something from him. Not when his brother is finally approaching him, talking to him and not pretending as if he doesn't exist. He's finally seeing him. So Ayansh is going to cherish it as long as it lasts.

For now, he's just going with the flow. But that's the thing; humans are utterly fucked up. They never realise the gravity of a situation till they hit the rock bottom and feel completely helpless and wrecked up and are left wondering how did it come so far. He thinks, one month and it will be over. No more coming to the college for the stupid project, no more being pestered by his own brother, no more pretense, no more bearing the weight of silly expectations of a petty revenge.

Only if it was that simple. Only if it was that easy.

He doesn't know what mess he's getting into as he stands with the paintbrush in his hand beside the girl with mid-back length hair, deep black eyes, a frustrated expression marring her face as she watches the paintbrush in her hand and he tries to suppress his laugh at her state.

"I'm really, really bad at painting." Inaaya says, glaring at the brush in her hand.

"It really, really isn't much. You don't have to stress." Ayansh tries to conciliate her.