CANVAS OF COURAGE [Ongoing]

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           "Meeting him for the first time felt like destiny."

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SANVI POV

Before I could respond, cute girl who is with Mr. Mehra chimed in with her excitement. "I am your big fan, Miss Desai. My self-Arya. Your paintings are incredible. Can I take a photo with you?"

Overwhelmed with all the attention, I simply nodded. Arya pulled out her phone and handed it over to Siddarth. "Lo bhai, ek acchi si photo click kar do."

Siddarth hesitated for a moment but eventually took the phone and clicked the photo.

"Thank you, Miss Desai," Arya said with a beaming smile.

"You can call me Sanvi," I replied, feeling a bit awkward and weird hearing "Miss Desai" from someone younger than me.

 It was a feeling entirely new to me, and it both thrilled and unsettled me.

"So now I take my leave," I said to Mr. Mehra and Arya, feeling the weight of the intense emotions swirling within me. "Thank you again, Siddarth. Your support means the world to me."

Siddarth nodded, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer. "You're welcome, Sanvi. Take care."

As I turned to leave, my heart pounded in my chest, a mix of excitement, curiosity, and a newfound sense of attraction. This encounter had left an indelible mark on me, and I couldn't help but wonder what the future held

Author Pov

The art exhibition had concluded, yet its vibrant colors continued to paint the minds of many attendees, leaving an indelible impression that extended beyond the gallery walls.

Sanvi couldn't deny the fluttering sensation that had taken hold of her after meeting Siddarth. As she made her way to the exit, her mind was filled with thoughts of him. She couldn't deny the magnetic pull that drew her in, a subtle yet undeniable physical attraction that made her pulse quicken.

In her 23 years of life, Sanvi had never felt this way before. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "This is just a physical attraction, Sanvi," she reminded herself, her voice barely a whisper. She knew her hormones were playing tricks on her, and she couldn't let herself get carried away. "You don't even know if you'll see him again," she added, a hint of frustration creeping into her tone.

Kaira, sensing her friend's turmoil, gave her a reassuring smile. "Hey, don't overthink it. It's okay to feel a little excited. He's just a guy who liked your paintings."

Sanvi nodded, trying to convince herself. "You're right, Kaira. It's just a momentary thing. Nothing more, nothing less."

 "Kaira, do you ever feel like someone can change your world in an instant? Like there's an invisible thread pulling you towards them?"

Kaira looked at her friend with understanding eyes. Kaira took a deep breath, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. "You know, Sanvi, part of me wants to believe in those magical moments where everything just clicks, and it feels like fate has brought someone special into your life. It's a beautiful, romantic notion that makes you feel like you're living in a storybook."