The huge building was busting with vibrant energy of imagination and creativity. The atmosphere was filled with the smell of paint. It was an elegant hall transformed into an art haven.
It was a huge building spread across acres of land. The white colour paint screamed royalty. The building's exterior was made up of fibreglass. On top of it, "ARTISSIMA" was engraved finely.
Rows of booths stretched as far as the eye can see. Each one beholding a way to the artistic world.
Within these booths were the masterpieces, showcased in an aesthetically eye-pleasing way.
It was a private Art fair. There were no CCTV cameras. It is hard to get tickets to this fair. Many art lovers loved to attend this fair, despite its strange rules and regulations.
It was the most famous Art Fair in the world for displaying beautiful pieces of art.
Art lovers attentively watched the variety of art, paintings and sculptures exhibited inside the huge hall.
One among many such art lovers was HIM. Standing in his full glory, he was looking at one particular art. Dressed up in a three-piece black suit, he looked like he was dropped from heaven. So beautiful and so handsome.
It was as if god took his free time to create him.
His green eyes were fixed on a particular painting. It was the painting of a woman flowing in the air. The woman in the painting looked so realistic as if she was really floating in the air. The woman in the painting looked like an angel. And the white dress just added up to the aesthetic.
His view was interrupted by a certain someone. A girl in her twenties to be more precise. She just passed by him and stopped abruptly in her tracks noticing that particular painting.
Within that fraction of a second, he managed to get a view of her beautiful face. Oh, that beautiful blue eyes. It must've been the most beautiful pair of eyes he has ever seen. She was wearing a pista and cream-coloured knee-length dress.
She stood in front of him and looked at the same painting he had been admiring for minutes now.
Instead of getting angry at this girl who stood in front of him almost blocking his view, he rather liked it.
One, she must be 5.6 or 5.7...so she wasn't basically blocking his view.
Two, the small red rose clipped on her wavy brown hairs intrigued him. He liked this view more than the painting.
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Who would wear a rose in their hair????He was genuinely intrigued.
" Wow...! Beautiful!"shemumbled loud enough for him to hear.
