SAUDAH✅

10. The Exhibition and The After Date.

Dubai, United Arab Emirates

Saudah's POV

I entered the exhibition hall, which was already packed with far more people than Farhan's previous event. It was undoubtedly a positive sign for his business, and I genuinely felt delighted for his success.

As I stepped inside, I surveyed the crowd, hoping to spot Farhan, but he remained elusive. Instead, I found myself subjected to curious glances and hushed conversations from onlookers, which started to make me uneasy.

However, as I continued to scan the room, the reason behind their stares became apparent – a display of photographs, featuring none other than my artworks. Candid shots, some previously unknown to me, portrayed various facets of my life. It was no wonder people were so captivated; there were more pictures of my artwork, some even revealed my face but it was much than anything else on exhibit, and truth be told, I looked remarkably good in them, especially the candid ones. They say unexpected pictures turn out the best, and perhaps there was some truth to that.

I was a fan of painting, I did a lot of it back in the day before I dispelled the hobby, believing it's a bad one.

Seeing the pictures, the artistic way he captured paintings that helped me go through a difficult moment in my life made me see it in a different light.

Suddenly, I heard Farhan's voice from behind me, interrupting my thoughts. "There's the face behind all of these," he remarked, his voice grating on my nerves.

"Farhan, what's all this? Why are there pictures of me almost everywhere?" I asked, still dazed.

"It's quite simple. These pictures represent some of my best work," he explained with a proud smile as he stared at the photographs. "some of your best work, our Picasso."

"Are you expecting people to purchase these painting pictures?" I half-whispered, unable to believe it.

"Of course," Farhan replied confidently. "You'd be amazed by how captivating and artistic your art is. Plus, some are so creatively taken that people might not even recognize you unless they know you personally or have seen you in person."

"Just how many pictures have my face in it?" I inquired, attempting to count the photographs.

Just then, his phone beeped, and he pulled it out, a wide grin immediately lighting up his face. "Two pictures, and someone just bought them all," he announced triumphantly, catching me off guard. "including the paintings."

"Someone bought all of them?" I asked incredulously.

"Yup," he replied, his grin growing even wider.

"Who?" I questioned, curious about the buyer's identity.

The familiar voice I'd half-expected to hear chimed in from behind me, and I turned to see Anwar, who was staring at me with a smile on his handsome face.

I couldn't help but think, "I knew there was something behind that smirk of his. He knew about this all along."

"Mr. Shazad, it's nice to meet you in person again," Farhan greeted, extending his hand for a handshake.

"Again?" I wondered aloud.

Anwar also extended his hand, and they shook hands with genuine smiles, devoid of their usual mischievousness.

"Why are you here?" I inquired, making him smirk.

"I'm here for the exhibition everyone's talking about, and it just so happens that you're here too," he replied, feigning innocence, which left me staring at him in disbelief.