ArSh OS - Part 2 Page 6 - Page 4

Subi - Of course you can! You don't have to ask. That FF is yours. I'm just writing it out. 😃🤗

The gorgeous woman that Armaan had grown a strong attraction towards was now panting hard on the white leather sofa while Armaan himself was dangling on the bed. It had been a hard task for the petite bodied woman to carry the well built strong muscular man through the front gate, across the walkway, through the door, and up the stairs towards his bedroom. Shilpa stood up and put her hands on her waist and shook her head. She couldn't believe her luck. She had approached this man in hopes that he will be able to help her reach the nearest bus stand so that she could go home, but instead she ended up taking this man to his home just because he fainted after seeing a pretty girl. This realization dawned upon her and a small smile crept upon her face. Shilpa went closer to Armaan and took off his slippers gently. As she was putting his legs properly up on the bed, she looked at him closely. She wanted to capture all his Greek God like features. She had never seen a man so beautiful; so perfect before. She had always seen Armaan in the corridors at his locker, or on the basketball court playing with his friends; but that was always from afar. She had never been able to muster up enough courage to actually go and speak with him. She was surprised by the fact that she had been able to even say hi to him just a few minutes ago. Shilpa quietly sat down with her knees bent beside the bed. She wanted to say something more than just hi. She wanted to speak to him. Get to know him; to be his friend and if possible even more. Shilpa got up from the floor and reached for the water jug on the bedside table. She poured some water in a glass, turned around to look at Armaan, and then gently dipping her fingers into the glass, she splashed some water droplets onto his face. Armaan twitched his eyes as he felt the cold splash of water hitting his hot skin. Shilpa stepped back a little, anticipating his next action. Although she had seen from afar, she hadn't been able to observe him for that long to be able to understand his personality. Scared, that he might hurt her, Shilpa hurriedly put the glass of water on the bedside table, ran to the sofa to grab her bag and ran.

Although Armaan had his eyes closed, he heard all the noise that was occurring in his room. He had just opened his eyes, when he saw the door closing. He looked over to the bedside table and saw that there was spilt water surrounding a glass, confirming his doubts about someone else being in the room with him. Armaan quickly got up from his bed, but then sat back down due to the wave of dizziness that washed upon him.

Shilpa was just heading for the white marble staircase when she crossed by the abandoned room that Armaan had been painting in a few hours ago. Shilpa couldn't exactly pinpoint the exact reason why she didn't just continue her leave from the house and instead go inside the room. At the time she had felt as if something was beckoning her towards inside. She hesitantly approached the room and made her way towards the only intriguing object in there; the canvas.

As she slowly made her way towards the canvas, she became more intrigued in the fact that Armaan could paint. She would have never thought that a strong, confident man like him would ever be able to understand the delicate intricacy of painting. All the detail that a person would have to add requires a lot of patience as just one small mistake could ruin the whole piece. As she came face to face with the drawing on the canvas, Shilpa became overwhelmed with two emotions; shock and mesmerization.

After finishing half the jug of water, and munching on a Caramilk chocolate bar that was lying in his bedside drawer, Armaan left his room and hoped that he would be able to catch up to Shilpa. Just like Shilpa he was also about to head down the white marble staircase when he saw Shilpa standing in front of his canvas from his peripheral vision. He was astonished to see Shilpa in flesh and blood looking at the color painted replica of her picture-perfect face. Armaan quietly entered the room while never averting his eyes from her face. In the seven steps that it took Armaan to cross the room, Shilpa didn't once suspect another presence coming in. Armaan gently went to stand behind and observe her. Shilpa gently picked up the palette, and took the paintbrush to add a stroke to the painting. Armaan who had worked all morning creating a piece purely from memory wasn't able to let that happen. Just as the tip of the paint brush was about to touch the canvas, Armaan grabbed her hand. Shilpa got scared and in panic turned around smashing the paint palette on the canvas. Shilpa's eyes grew wide in astonishment while Armaan's were glued onto the canvas that was now lying on the floor. The beautiful porcelain face was now smudged with different hues of blue, red and green. Anger washed up inside of Armaan as he watched his most prized possession lie tainted on the ground. Furious, Armaan clenched up his left hand into a fist, and held onto Shilpa's right hand tightly, making her bracelet pierce into her skin.

Awww Shilpa noticed Armaan too! i love how you described the feelings