Selfish For You

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Kritika decided to reward yuvraj back with his own portrait although yuvraj told her that it's not needed but she being stubborn and he being whipped lead them here , him sitting in front of her , admiring her and she sitting behind the canvas, concentrated and focused.

The sun filters through the tall windows of a spacious art studio, casting a warm, golden light over the room. The studio is filled with the scent of oil paint and flowers.

Kritika holds a palette in one hand and a brush in the other. Her hair is tied back, but a few loose strands escape, framing her face. She is focused, her brow furrowed slightly in concentration.

While Yuvraj was sitting a few steps away from her on a chair, He’s smiling constantly with rugged charm, dressed casually, his posture relaxed but attentive, as if trying to strike the perfect balance between comfort and poise.

Kritika takes a moment to study him, her eyes flicking between the canvas and yuvraj’s face.

"You’ve got a little something... right there." Yuvraj said pointing to his own cheek, mirroring the spot. Kritika’s eyes widen, and she quickly wipes at her face, smudging the paint further. Yuvraj laughed looking at her

"Now you look even more like an artist." He said playfully and Kritika’s lips twitch into a shy smile before she refocuses on the canvas without saying anything.

"So, how’s the masterpiece coming along?" Yuvraj asked teasingly making Kritika blushes slightly, her eyes darting from her canvas to Yuvraj and back.

"It's... getting there. Just stay still." She said and dabs her brush into the paint, her movements are deliberate and precise.

"So, what exactly are you capturing on that canvas?" He asked mischievously

"I’m trying to capture... you. The real you." Kritika mumbled and Yuvraj leans forward slightly, eyes full of playful curiosity.

" Don't move yuvi" she said frowning looking up at him and he raised his hands in surrender and move back to his previous position

"And what’s the "real" me look like?" He asked frowning

Kritika's brush hovers over the palette as she bites her lip, trying to focus.

"Someone who can make me laugh even when I’m upset. Someone who’s always there for me. Someone who..." She said softly

" Hmm someone who?" He asked smiling brightly but she just smiled warmly not saying anything and he sighed shaking his head

"You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re all focused like this." Yuvraj said grinning widely

" Yuvi, please. I’m trying to work here." Kritika said slightly flustered

"Alright, alright. I’ll behave. For now." He winked, enjoying her reaction, kritika shakes her head, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Thank you. Now, eyes on me." She said smiling warmly

" Trust me darling, they are always on you only" he said teasingly and she look at him looking flustered and complaining eyes making him chuckle

" Ok ok I'm not saying anything now" he exclaimed, looking at her with a mixture of affection and amusement.

And a comfortable silence settles between them as kritika continues to paint. The rhythmic sound of the brush against the canvas fills the room. Yuvraj studies her, noticing the intensity in her eyes, the slight tilt of her head as she works, her biting her lips and frowning when focusing, her smiling every now and then looking at her work , her timidly trying to hide herself completely  behind the canvas noticing his keen gaze on herself , everything about her is just surreal