The Art Of Love ✓

8.5|Fidaa: Aesthetics|

Making aesthetics for these characters was very tough. Because they are pure desi characters, and finding Desi pics (especially for men) on Pinterest is a torturous task.

So here we go,

Aziz

Fida

Marwaan

Kauser

Kaysan

Shafaq

And one more SURPRISE!

If you all remember I had started a short story under this book YAARAM, but deleted it later.
I am writing it again.

And I am sharing a little excerpt here.

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Hello!

Namaste!

Sat Shri Akaal!

Vanakama!

Ghani Khamma!

I am Mr Sun. Yes, that big Ladoo in the galaxy which once Hanuman ate. I am the centre of attention and attraction since the time this galaxy has came to existence. And guess what? I don't even know my birthday or age. Well, who cares. I am forever hot, like literally.

If you are thinking that I travelled to the world of Wattpad only to praise myself then you are wrong.
Actually the "soon to be 16" writer of this story was wide awake one Saturday night, reason was her period cramps. Sleep was miles away from her and she needed a distraction. So she decided to write this story.
And that's how I made my storytelling debut on Wattpad.

This is the story of a devotee of mine. A 30-year old religious but superstitious billionaire, Aadidev Suryavanshi.

From our "soon to be 16" writer's experience, long descriptions sucks. And I can't risk my newest storytelling job by defying her. C'mon, I am standing at one place for millions of years, everyone needs a break. After all I am also a human-- well no, I am not a human-- then who I am? Oh yes! According to science, I am a star. So I am a star, of Bollywood or Hollywood? Oh no no no! I am a star in the galaxy called Milky way. Milky way, a way which is filled with milk, correct?

Well, I suck at these sciences, so leave them. Or you will get bald. Now you must be thinking how you'll get bald. Because my illogical facts will force you to pull your hair, I am damn sure about my this capability. So thank me for saving your hair, girls. And continue reading my lunacy.

So where I was?

Milky way? No.

Bollywood? No.

Aadidev? Yes!

Just like every normal Monday, Aadidev- whom everyone called Dev- was returning from the Shiv temple.
He was wearing a traditional white Dhoti and a long white cloth covering his bare chest. The white fabric was clinging to his wet body, showcasing his well-built structure.

He was lost in God.

And girls were lost in him.

No offense, but girls will be girls naa.

He came back home, with Prasad in his hands. The main door was opened by his aunt - his Mahira Kaki-sa.
She immediately covered her head with her duppata. Dev smiled and gave her Prasad. Mahira first chanted "Om Namah Shivaay" under her breath and then ate the Prasad.
She held the platter of Prasad from Dev and took it to the kitchen, while Dev headed to his room upstairs.

Well, boring storytelling, right?
Let's me just change my style.

Om Style Change 'aay Namah.

Om Make Me Entertaining 'aay Namah.

Om Give Some Sense To Writer 'aay Namah.

{ But there are chances I don't add this in that story. }

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I hope you like this.

Dedicated to Geetharoyal

I am writing this story again just because of her.

Thank you, Geetha!