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Assalam O Alaikum
I am back here mainly because of two people Maha and Asyaarshilover, my two Little Api's who have been asking me to either write an Epilogue or a New Story with the same title.
So like the good Badi Api I am, I oblige 😊
I wasn't sure what to write for an epilogue, I didn't know how to bring Zoya back into Asad's life after he had lost her so as much as it was sad I decided to leave that where it was and I am back here with The Colour of Love Part II.
Same title, different concept and story...maybe a few obvious similarities, but nothing major.
This will be a soft, simple, heart warming, soul touching story (I hope), there will be a few sad moments but I promise you a beautiful and happy ending 😳
It may not be as long as the first but I will see how far the characters take me.
Along with my two beautiful Little Api's 🤗 I would like to dedicate this story to a few people that I have truly connected with.
Einstein
LoveOnlyAsYa
KulfiBai
Rarepearl
Vinita
Ranz
🤗
I hope I can find you all supporting me with this one as you did with the first one
Lots of Love and Dua's
Saima
The Colour of Love II
Like any other day Asad got up and followed the same routine, one had been following for the last six weeks, it was almost like his mind and body were on auto pilot.
As strange as he seemed everyone came to know and love the young man that he was. Like everyday he walked through the same small market, passed the same school where the children of the village went and the same church outside which his elderly friends sat and prayed.
The small paths through the valleys where he could hear the spring flow and nature sing had become a part of him. Asad moved to this small village hidden in the beautiful mountains of the Himalaya almost two months ago. He travelled all of India before he decided to settle here away from the noise, the pollution a world that was so consumed by money, power and politics that it forgot to live life and make the most of the time it had.
Asad was an artist, one that was well known for his skill and passion, at the age of 22 he had accomplished what many didn't in a life time. Unlike many artists Asad didn't pick up his brush for the sake of money and fame, for him the stroke of a colour was a stoke of life. Where people used words, poetry and expensive items to express emotions Asad used the colours that Allah had created.
Asad sat down in the very same spot he had been since he arrived, as he set his easel and canvas he looked at the time, it was coming up to ten. He waited patiently as he did everyday and then it came, as if on cue right on time. The melodious music that touched his heart that touched his soul, the music that brought his colours to life, gave them a new direction was finally playing, it was as if his colours would mean nothing without the music he had come to love so much.
A short distance away stood a beautiful cottage, one that stood alone in it's ethereal surroundings. A cottage that no one ever went to and one that no one ever came out of, it was a beautiful mystery in itself. When Asad first came he wondered out and stumbled across this place, he knocked, he called out but only ever to met with silence until one day he was painting when he heard someone play the piano. He may not have been a musician but you didn't need to be one to truly appreciate the talent. He had never heard such music, it was as if it was enough to blow life into anything so lifeless.
It was the same music that he had been hearing for the past six weeks, everyday like clockwork it would start at ten and go on for hours. Upon enquiring Asad found out that the cottage belonged to an old man known as Ghaffur, who would only came out to the village once a week to buy rations and the music was that of his niece. Who his niece was no one knew, no one had ever seen her, but many like Asad had only heard.
The music had become an opium for him, it was as if his work his painting could only be bought to life by her music, his brush moved in sync with every note she played. Everyday he went, everyday he produced a masterpiece and everyday he hoped that he would get to see her.
Asad didn't know her, he could just hear her but already he knew he was in love with her because she made him paint in a colour that no one could have, that up until now he didn't know existed, he painted in The Colour of Love
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Ok this was the first chapter...ok ok Mini Chapter, it was really just to introduce you to the story and idea I had.
Please do let me know what you think...it is a lot different but hope it is something you liked.
And I am sorry for doing this to you AGAIN but I won't be updating this or continuing it until I have finished TMI
I can handle writing and updating two stories at a time but not three...brain will only take so much 😆
Index
Chapter 2 - Page 26
Chapter 3 - Page 40
Chapter 4 - Page 55
Chapter 5 - Page 88
Chapter 6 - Page 111
Chapter 7 - Page 124
Link to Thread 2
Link to Thread 3
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