Since the day I was born I was told that I should do something big because I was the eldest of my 4 sisters my family had high hopes for me I belong to a middle class family which lives in India but I stay in New York for job I graduated last year and since one year I'm doing a job in a company which provides me enough salary to live and send some money to family in India and also I can do some savings until last night when my boss tried to touch me and when I resisted he made an offer to increase my salary if I let him do what he wants i rebuffed him but as a result he kicked me out of the company and right now I'm jobless sitting at home staring at my canvas board trying to think what I should paint. I'm an artist I mean I am good at painting but I haven't done it since 2 years but Right now all I can think is to paint something and sell it for some money I have been trying to get a job so hard I applied for every job in this city and even went to interviews but yet no response all I can do is wait for an allotment letter so I decided I should give my painting a little go.
I take my canvas board and all my paints as I move out of my house load them in my car and make my way to the metropolitan museum where outside a lot of street artists paint and sell their paintings.
As I reach I place my things outside the metropolitan museum it's crowded a lot today there are lots of people standing outside the museum
I quickly stand at the right side in front of a wall I paint a women with a child with bold strokes after an hour it gets completed it looks pretty good actually i still have this talent in me I stare at my painting for a little while and I feel someone standing behind me I turn back to see a man in a black hoodie with a black cap and white t shirt with glasses on he looks very handsome he is fair with pink lips black hair with bangs on forehead and a good voice I think I have seen him somewhere but not sure where
"Is this painting for sale?" He says looking at me
"Yes it is"
"How much? I would like to buy it!" He looks at the painting carefully
Before I could say anything a crowd of people rush right into me and I stumble before I could fall on the ground someone holds me but I wasn't able to look up because someone scratched my arm, I look at the side I see a girl pulling my hand and lots of people behind her
Her nails hard on my skin as she screams someone's name my hand started to turn red the person who was holding me pulls me up and grabs me by my waist, he snatched my hand out of her grip I quickly look at my hand as the skin almost peeled off and my whole hand hurts "What the hell" I scream I look at the girl but couldn't able to see her because a group of man in a black suit has surrounded us and holds the crowd
"Hey are you alright?" someone whispers in my ear
He slowly brings my hand up and holds it in his hand
"Is it hurting" I'm not if he is asking me without any further conversation we started to walk his hand still holding mine and one hand holding my waist I look up to see he is the same guy who wanted to buy my painting
The men in black I assume are bodyguards as they are tall and built move along with us
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