Telugu words in chapter : Vijaya Dashami- A festival celebrated at the end of Navaratri.
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"Blue skirt with white top?" asked Vennela.
"You are not a school kid" said Amar, putting the skirt aside.
"Orange saree?" Vennela pointed at a chiffon saree.
"It's not a party" Amar put the saree aside.
"How is this? Black shirt and cream colored pants."
"Are we going to attend a conference?" Amar put it aside.
"I never saw a man who is so particular about dressing style." Vennela was amused.
"Moonlight, this is the first time you are presenting your paintings in art exhibition. I want everything to be perfect. I want you to look like an artist." Amar chose a simple green cotton dress.
"Wow! Is this mine? I don't even remember buying this dress."
"You bought it a week before the accident. Call me once you wear it. Comb your hair properly." He kissed her forehead.
After making sure that she looked good, they went into the dining hall where Surya was waiting for them. "All set?" asked Surya.
"I'm nervous. What if no one likes my paintings?" Vennela looked tensed.
"Art is not about making someone like your work. It's all about telling a story on the canvas" said Surya.
"And your paintings tell such a beautiful story that people will definitely like it." Amar served breakfast. "Have your sandwiches."
After having breakfast they headed towards the venue. Amar disguised himself again. His bodyguards followed them as they were going to a crowded place. Vennela was used to it. They reached the place.
Surya left to help the organizer, who was his friend. Vennela, being a first timer, was given a corner slot. They set up her paintings. "This is unfair." Amar complained. "I'll talk to the the in-charge."
"No. I'm comfortable here." Vennela stopped him.
Amar sat down beside her and held her hand. People started coming in. No one bothered to come in that corner, much to Vennela's disappointment. Amar noticed this. He started talking to her to distract her. "Do you know, I once auditioned for a school play?"
"You did? Which role was it?" Vennela was interested in listening to stories about his school days.
"Macbeth. They said I was a bit skinny and rejected me. I ended up playing a nameless soldier. But, I wasn't disappointed. I knew I was the hottest and the tallest soldier in the play. I set a standard for soldier's role which no one could reach till now." Amar concluded the story.
Vennela chuckled. "Of course. My hubby is smoking hot. No one can reach Amar Pratap's standard."
They waited for people to notice them. Amar understood that people couldn't notice their paintings because of the corner slot. "Vennela, you look tired. Let's go and take rest in the car. Let's come back after half an hour." Amar informed the in-charge and left with Vennela. He took her outside and asked the servants to take care of her.
A few minutes later, he removed his disguise and re-emerged from the front door in his businessman avatar. People gathered around him asking for pictures. The organizer came running to welcome him. "Mr. Amar Pratap. It's an honour having a great businessman like you here, sir. Please come in."
He waved at everyone and started examining the paintings one by one. People followed him wherever he went. He moved towards Vennela's paintings and stood there for a very long time admiring them. His fans noticed the paintings.
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