The Warrior's love

Arnav looked at the historical painting placed in the art gallery he visited. The painting of a woman dancing. He was in daze as he walked back home. Why was it haunting him? Who was the woman in painting? Why was he attracted to that painting,where there were countless cuts on the naked back of the dancer? He had to find it. So he did what ASR would do. Ordered his beloved Aman. To search for the artist..

Khushi closed her eyes. This time too it was a failure. He did not come. She had been waiting for someone. Who,what is his name,where does he lives,she had no idea. It just one day,she woke up,after a bad fall from stairs,and she felt this longing. Then images flashed. She used her art to convert them into paintings. Hoping against hope,one day,that someone whom her heart seeked would come seeking her. She had been looking for him for ten years. Many came,looking at her art. Many claimed to feel something. But all she got was,nothing. No one understood her art. All they did was project their own understanding on it. But her work had a meaning of its own. Life of its own. Even though she felt happy as an artist,that longing remained. That someone who understands what she wants to tell. Because it's their story she writes on blank canvas,with ink of longing,love and pain.

It was her last hope. The famous art gallery in Paris. Yet as she stood,there was no one who came to seek her.