POSHEEDA

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Author pov

Shehnaaz let out sigh of satisfaction as she moved little away from her painting to have look at it after being completed. She smiled

This was painting of street in Brooklyn where her condo was. She adore that street alot because of stray cats and dog she use to see, also walking through that street always give her feeling of comfort and peace

She took pastel green colour mug of her coffee that was kept right beside her colours and took sip of coffee just to realise it has gotten cold. She let out displeased sound out of her mouth and kept mug back wiping corner of her mouth. She really hate cold coffees those just don't sit right with her tasting buds. She looked around living room where she was in for some servant, this living room wasn't main one, it's used for activities like watching television and doing any other thing

She shifted her art supplies here because of constant rain has caused gazebo to leak from few areas and her supplies and canvas were getting damaged

"Dusri bana dengi coffee?" She asked salma who came to just check on her. Salma gladly took mug from her and went to make new coffee for her. Sana has taught her how she likes her coffee to be made and salma learned well

After salma left Sana took seat of chair in front of her canvas and kept both elbows on knees and cupped her face. Her eyes fell on wedding ring of hers that she has kept on easel stand, she took it off just because her hands always get dirty when she's working with paints and it only will dirty her beautiful and precious ring

This precious thing remind her of her suave husband, who recently has been so much in love with her more like crazily in love with her, she got to know about him getting these things for her not her father. Aryaan really can't keep secrets or handle pressure, she has to admit that she kinda melted knowing he even considered this, doing is far. Their relationship didn't started very pleasantly but it's now taking different direction

She felt goosebumps remembering other night, when it was raining heavily, he was drenched and looking damn fine. She feels shiver just thinking how he pulled her on his lap and their lips did brush against each other, they were just mili second away from kissing, his hands felt so good on her body and his gaze. Now she that think about it she couldn't help but feel shy

She never imagined something like that would ever happen between them. She really didn't know that there is small smile on her face as she's thinking about him. She doesn't even want to know

"Unblock nahi kiya hai abhi tak apne hume?" Chair was pulled beside hers and he set down facing her. Speak of devil and devil is here

She lifts her eyes up from ring to look at him, she was greeted by his charming smile. When did he start smiling so much around her and how can he smile when she has been literally avoiding him like plague normal person would just get annoyed and lash out she thought

She didn't reply him instead she turn her head back to look at her painting with so much interest and ignored him like he's not even there

Sidharth chuckled to himself and leaned back in chair with leg upon another, getting comfortable so he could just stare at her. The art she's admiring is nothing compares to art he's admiring, Allah really took time creating her. MashaAllah he murmured under breath, he would rather get evil eyes on himself than his beloved wife