Neel, She called him.
Noori, He named her.
They decided to stick to names that didn't matter much to them or anyone else.
She was running from a horrible vision.
He was running from his existence.
She wished to fly.
He wished to be grounded.
Sh...
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Another stroke and the paint seeped into the canvas, the bright white morphed into an enigma of brown. Thump moving in a certain motion that soon the picture started breathing. The glide of his paintbrush and then the finishing with his fingers dumped him entirely in paints, the black track pants having spots of crème, brown, blue, and whatnot until he closed his eyes and imagined her one final time before he painted her wild curls.
The same she had secured the night they talked for hours, sitting in their balconies and talking until they fell asleep.
Her oversized t-shirt was replaced by a white shirt that ended on her mid-thighs, her shoulders bare and only a small of her face visible as she stared at all those stars facing her back to him.
Taking the black marker, he signed himself as Neel at the bottom of the painting. Caressing her silhouette, he smiled and settled at the recliner placed in his art room. Hands behind his head he waited for the sun to rise, but before that, his eyes searched for the morning star she talked about.
The star of hope.
The star that would be his anchor in days to come, until he had his hope near him.
The shuffling of footsteps broke his unplanned slumber, the sun rays blocked by the pack of curtains his designer hung, he claimed it to be subtle and artistic.
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he took in his Bodyguard and the hired help near the Kitchen slab. Ignoring them, he moved to his bedroom and splashed water, and completed his morning business.
The balcony called for his attention like a magnetic pull, his steps halting as her figure loomed her gaze. She stood opposite to him, the distance indicated the lengths he had to cover to have her back, to have her closer to him.
Vandita Nair stood watching him, her gaze penetrated his soul and he let her.
