ART OF AFFECTIONATE

ART OF AFFECTIONATE

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-REFINED AFFECTION SERIES #2 Art is not a perfection, just like my affection. It is something that continues to develop as it seen, an embodiment of my love. Art is a creation for my devotion. Served as my way to express my emotion even in a small technique. In every depiction I've constructed, she was my time after time theme and subject. She's the reason behind my paintings. The woman who makes my heart insanely beat. My drawings were the minister for her comfortability with every tear and cry she releases. Will guide her through every sorrow she feels. Will alleviate her devastating feelings. My artworks encompasses my deep and intense yet warmth fondness. My crafts can light up her dark days and toss them into the depths of despair. It serves as my testimony for my untold sentiment for her. If love is an art, then I am the artist and she was my portrait. She's my Art of Affectionate.
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We were never supposed to marry, and our marriage was wrong because of many reasons but it didn't take him a single second before he shouted in front of the whole village and said that I am his wife and marry me in front of them. And I was just standing there like a statue because what could I have done when my own family is in different country and the person whom I was getting married ran away leaving me to get killed by the goons. He saved me when no one was there for me, when everyone was against me and wanted to kill me. He stood there like a rock and become my shield and my husband. And this is where our story of endless love and fight begins. And all of this just because we are from different religion and society will never accept our marriage and love. All of this started because of that tremendously awful day when it was announced that our country is getting divided into two parts and that we have to leave our country, my home where I was born and brought up. The partition of 1947 changed my life for forever. I am Noor and this is my story of Love and War with those whom I used to thought were my loved ones.

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