CANVAS OF COURAGE [Ongoing]

Before starting this chapter, I want to inform you all that the tone and writing style must be different from previous chapters. Because this is my first book, I am still exploring writing style and tones. I promise that in story quality, there is no compromise. Maybe after finishing this book, while re-editing, I will correct that and write in same tone and style. 

As a long-time reader myself, I know readers like reading writing that includes more dialogue and less description, so that's why I am trying new styles and tones. As a writer and reader, I want to give you the best.

As a reader, you all also can tell me your thoughts.

ENJOY READING😊💗

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"Their gazes collided like a spark meeting dry wood, igniting a quiet warmth neither of them dared to extinguish."

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SANVI POV

The saree had been sitting in my wardrobe for months, almost calling out to me every time I saw it. Tonight felt like the right moment. As I wrapped the soft white fabric around me, its shimmer catching the glow of the mirror lights, I took a deep breath. The woman staring back at me didn't fully feel like me yet, but there was something empowering about her. The saree fit gracefully, its delicate shine almost alive under the light, 

then there was Kaira. The moment I saw her, I almost faltered.  Her saree was the perfect contrast to mine—a bold, inky black that seemed to consume light, punctuated by the vivid slash of her red lipstick. Her drop earrings caught the light as they swayed with her every step, a rhythmic, hypnotic motion. She looked... majestic,

I had hesitated earlier, wondering if I should invite her myself, only to find out from Eshan that she'd already been invited. A relief? Perhaps. 

As we entered the hall, the air was alive with soft chatter, the faint clink of glasses, and the gentle hum of music. The room welcomed us, but it was my painting that truly greeted me first. There it was, hanging under the spotlight, the culmination of weeks of sleepless nights and relentless effort. I stopped in my tracks, my heart thudding loudly in my chest.

 "Well, if it isn't the star artist of the evening," she said, gliding over with her usual vibrant energy. Her dress, a kaleidoscope of colors, seemed to brighten the room even more. "Don't tell me you two are having a moment without me."

Kaira's voice pulled me from my thoughts. "This is yours, isn't it?" she asked, her gaze fixed on the painting. Her warm smile softened her striking presence. "It's stunning, Sanvi.   This is so beautiful....There's so much... emotion here. It feels like it tells a story."

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, Arya's familiar voice floated toward us. She was gliding towards us, her flowing dress a splash of vibrant color in the room. Her energy was as radiant as always

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything," she teased, her playful tone drawing a chuckle out of Kaira.

Kaira chuckled, turning to Arya. "Not at all. I was just admiring My Sanvi's work. It's... breathtaking."