ANUSHIYA SMITH
The next day, while lying on the bed too tired to wake up, this is why I don't go to late night parties
instead I just binge and read books. When I open my eyes I noticed a pair of eyes watching me. I
jerked and tried to sit straight-Arjun. "Are you okay?" he said.
How can I? He just scared me. But I lied as usual like this is me. "Yes."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I heard you sleep talking, are you alright?" he said.
"What? Me? Sleep talking? No way. Or might be, amma once told me lack of sleep causes sleep
talking or because of nightmares.
"Sorry," I said embarrassed.
"Please, don't." he said. "Even I snore." He said as he laughs to make me less embarrasses. Well
guess what, that works. I didn't know this side of Arjun before. This is his perfect gentleman side.
"Thanks," I smiled.
"For what?" he asked.
"For my wonderful, first date. I never imagined my first date would be this amazing. I've no words to
express it."
"Pleasures all mine." He smiled.
I smiled and when I was about to hopped out of the bed, he grabbed my wrist. "Anu," he whispered.
I jerked in a pause as the sensation of his warm skin in mine. I didn't respond but listens, turned around
to meet his gaze as he locked in mine. DAMN, his blue eyes, pale skin, messy hair, just kill me and my
ghost.
He leans in until his nose touched mine. I thought he was going to kiss me, so I closed my eyes, tight,
but instead he took a u-turn to my ears, and "Anu I wanna show you something, now." he whispered in
my ear as his lips brushed my ears and I went "o-wo-o" of that sensation.
He didn't lean back when I was talking so my voice broke when I speak. "S-U-RRRR-EEE"
He laughed for my broken voice and lean back and that's when I noticed him laughing really hard, his
eyes wrinkled and showing his white tooth. I never saw him laugh out laugh like this.
I let out a nervous chuckle to match his laugh.
"Come on, follow me," he said as hopping out of the bed, still holding my hand and waiting for me.
"Now?" I asked, surprised.
He nodded, "YES,"
"In this dress?" I asked again, I was in my PJ's not only that, my hair was messy after a lack of sleep,
still didn't even wash my face.
He nodded, again in a yes.
Okay, this time I was totally confused.
With a blink of second he just dragged me from our bedroom; I was following him upstairs and he stood
in front a well designed big white door which was locked. And I realized that I remember asking Adam
why this door only has a digital lock, when he tours this house on my first day here. He'd said this room
is for his uncle, Arjun's. And no one ever saw what is inside. He tried to sneak inside many times but
that room was locked with Arjun's eye scanner and his finger print. And I have no idea why he got me
here.
He did some unlocking process, scanning his thumb and eyes. Once the door was unlocked with a
thud sound, he turned to me with a happy smile which shows he was eagerly waiting for me to show
what's inside. I smiled back at him.
We entered the room still him grabbing my hand, I felt comfortable him holding me. The room was dark
no lights inside, smell of varnish fills the air. I wonder what he wants to show me.
He left my hand as he touches my shoulder as if he just told me to 'wait I'll hold you back in a second.'
He walked across the room. When he switched on the lights, my eyes go wide.
"Wow" I muttered, that's the word I find it to express it.
He smiled, turning his head at me, then gestured his hands to come forward.
At first I thought it was a smell of varnish, I was right and it was not only varnish but also colors, paints,
there were paints everywhere on the floor and it stinks. There was lots of canvasses hanging on the
wall but those were closed by a white silky clothe. He merged his fingers in mine and locked it, and
directs me to follow him.
Once we both stood an inch away from the canvas holding by the drawing stand which I used to watch
on the movies, closed with a silky white clothe on the top. All of his painting were closed with clothe.
Why? He doesn't want to see them and admire them? Proud of them? Or he just don't?
"You like to paint!" That's not what I wanted to say but my words slipped the tongue anyway. "Why you
cover all the paints on the wall?" I asked him, confused. He should be proud to showcase it.
"Nah, those are just canvasses. Nothing more, I wanna show you an epic piece I've been doing ever
since." He said turning to meet my gaze. "I hope you'll like it," he said finally, and loosens his grip from
my arms and went stand near the stand.
He told me to close my eyes as I closed with both my hands like a child, he laughs for that. "Now," he
whispers.
I opened my eyes in a most dramatic way and found a girl in front of me. She's waving her wine color
maxi dress which shows her bare back, it shows her curve, free dark hair, high heels, no lipstick and no
makeup, just the natural beauty, "she's beautiful." I said as I took a step toward the canvas.
"She is,"
And that's when I saw she is blind, "Is she blind?" and I corrected myself. "She has no eyes? Wait...
you're kidding me. This is me! You paint me! How? Why?" I was totally surprised didn't know what's
happening inside me.
"No she's not blind and I took you here so that I can finish my masterpiece. Yes, I hope my skill is not
that bad. I thought you'd guess this the second you see. But thanks," he was hurt.
"I guessed, and then I thought what if not. So I outnumbered me. I'm sorry. Tell me what I need to do?"
I said.
He put his arms around my waist and pulled me into him. His grip was tighten around me as I smelled
his scent, some combination of paint, chocolate and sweat, sweet I'd thought. "Look at me-my eyes."
he says as I obeyed him. "Yeah just like that."
He didn't let me go as he painted my eyes. Once he finished painting my eyes, he kissed my forehead
and said, "Gorgeous." I blinked and blushed at the same time. He gave the same colour of my eyes,
black and some shades of brown.
"You know why I left the eye behind?" I shook my head. "Because I wanted to know how you feel for
Me." he said cupping my face.
"How I feel for you?" I teased him.
"From what I hear from your eyes, you're an angry bird not directly but you show that while feeding
me." I thought about that spicy food revenge and chuckled. "You're caring, sweet, friendly," each word
he says I was nodding like a child nodding for a teddy. "Talkative, jealous, loving," He paused and I
jerked my head into a stop. Then he lean in like he did before half an hour in our room, nose to nose,
I'm probably feeling his breath in me. "You love me, don't you?" I shy nodded at him, blushed.
"Yes, I Loove you..." I shouted. Pulling my back, this time.
"I know." He said feeling pleased.
I feel happy. What happened in the morning was unbelievable and lightly imaginable. I never thought
though, him dragging me to his secret room that he never showed to anyone, and that made me feel
special. I felt special for someone's life for the first time and important too.
While talking to Alice about the weather in the kitchen I heard my phone ringing from the dining table. I
hopped out of the counter and flew towards the table and looked up on the screen. The same number
I've been getting lately. I told myself that I'm going to ignore that.
When I was about to put my phone back on the table a voice behind me said, "Accept the call." A
whisper near my ear.
I turned around and found _?
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