Dimash was an aspiring musician and Rana the girl was a painter. They loved each other but somehow she felt it burdened her. She wanted to be free and left him all heartbroken.
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A fan fiction inspired by Dimash Kudaibergen's Akkuym
Disclaimer: It is a fanfiction, a pure imagination. Dimash that described here is not the real Dimash we all love.
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It was spring. A quite windy March spring about 6 or 7 below zero dregree celcius. There was a shabby workshop room rented by a young couple in the centre of busy district of Aktobe. It was a mediterranian style room with bare bricks wall and warm earthy color. Red thick Persian carpet spread on the floor. The modern style paintings hanged on the wall. Canvas, paintbrush and various colors of paint were spreaded littering the room. On one corner there was a gray couch with a clothes on it. A flower bouquet stood proudly in the corner of dressing table near the door.
A young lady was painting seriously on her canvas. Her long shiny black hair fell beautifully on her back, covered her shoulders perfectly from behind. She was wearing a flannel oversized shirt that didn't look like hers. She moved her paint brush back and forth. She was so immersed into her work that she didn't pay attention to her surroundings.
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She didn't aware that behind her stood a young man about her age, looking at her with his wide and intense smile on his full sexy lips. He was tall with pretty almond shaped eyes and high cheekbones. Wearing a deep blue shirt that magically matched his light olive skin. A pretty flower bouquet was on his arms.
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"Good afternoon. What is my swan doing now?" He said as he stepped carefully toward her.
She turned her head and gave him a wide smile with her equally pretty lips. She had darker skin than him, perfectly pointed nose on her oval shaped face.
"Hi." She stopped her activity and rested her arms after put the paint brush on the palette.
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