It was a wintry night..cold outside and warm inside..the window was covered with dazzling crystal like droplets..inside the coffee shop ''melchonic",where few people were enjoying their time with their beloved ones..the paintings on the wall of the shop were damn beautiful..the lights were dim,in other words a perfect poetic atmosphere;but people hardly notice such things....they came to the shop and simply went back;and for those who did not come with their beloved ones,spent their time thinking about themselves....but an artist or a poet would certainly notice such lovely things....but why would Aryan give his own paintings a look....yes Aryan khanna was quite well aquainted with this coffee shop....whenever he wanted to share his time with solitude he used to come here...but he never used to glance at his paintings because whenever he did so,he found several mistakes in it.....he had made these paintings six years back during his engineering days at Delhi and now he had become a professional artist....his skills were more emended than what they used to be six years back...and thus he could find out his own mistakes in his earlier creations....Aryan khanna was a 24 year old professional artist...he was one of the finest artists in the city and the coffee shop owner was the first man to buy his paintings....Aryan was tired of his projects;he owned all the luxuries but something was missing from his life....it had been a long time since he had not drawn anything for his own pleasure and the worst part was that he was not getting any idea and thus he wanted solitude....Aryan was gazing out of the window....all white everywhere....suddenly in the midst of the fog,he could see a woman wearing a sapphire coloured lehenga....sapphire had never been his favourite colour but today something was different about it,that caught his eyes....the woman came running to the coffee shop....her heavy jewellery showed that she was a bride perhaps a run away bride....but brides never wear anything except red....but today's modern day bride wants to look more confident and elegant than beautiful,hence they go for colours like these....this idea of modern day brides' choice impressed Aryan....her eyes were wet,her hair were completely a mess,her makeup was gone....she was a pretty woman;but her features were normal as any other pretty women...but for Aryan she was not less than a princess..her wet eyes with the smudged kajal made her look even more beautiful....Aryan was dumbstruck..."she is the one i was looking for"...."for my painting"....Aryan had not fallen for this girl but for the bride on his canvas....he wanted to ask her out,not for a date but for his painting....Aryan went back to his apartment immediately and decided to sketch the run away bride on his canvas....it was 10 pm....he started his work and extended it till 4 in the morning....but he was thinking that why did the girl run....such a modern day bride must be an independent and wise woman....he wanted to meet her....why?why? was the only word revolving in his mind.Next day was a new day,thus that 'why' word no longer revolved in his mind and as usual Aryan went to his office.When he entered his office,he was taken aback.He was completely surprised.......................................... to be continued........................
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