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Place- Aarush’s house (Kalyanpur) Time:- Night 🌙
Aarush pushed open the heavy wooden doors of their chamber, expecting the usual silence. But today, something was different.
The scent of fresh paint lingered in the air. As he stepped inside, his gaze fell upon Siyanshi, sitting near the large window, completely immersed in a canvas.
For a moment, Aarush stood frozen.
He had never seen Siyanshi paint before. No one had ever mentioned it—not even Siyanshi herself. After her father’s death, she had become reserved, her laughter fading into an unspoken sorrow. But now… now she was painting.
His lips curled into a small smile.
Siyanshi, unaware of his presence, dipped her fingers into a shade of blue, carefully blending it. A tiny smudge of paint rested on her cheek, another on her forehead.
Aarush took a few steps forward, the sound of his boots finally catching her attention.
Startled, Siyanshi turned, her eyes widening slightly.
Siyanshi:- ap… kab aaye?
Aarush folded his arms, leaning slightly against the doorframe
Aarush:- Bas abhi, aap kya kar rahi hai
Siyanshi:- chitra bana rahi thi
Aarush:- haan wo toh dikh raha hai, kya bana rahi hai aap?
