Chapter 19: Chapter 19

Naina’s POV

Next day my mood was off realizing how I am betraying this man.

We ate our breakfast silently in our room as Avni was still sleeping.

"I have bought something for you."

"What?" I asked and he pulled out a box from his packet.

"What's in this?" I asked but he asked me to open it.

I opened it to see a beautiful crystal style bracelet.

"Wow! I loved it. I have never seen something so beautiful,” I said as I wore it in my right hand.

"Yes I had also never seen something so beautiful," he said looking at me and I looked away as I was feeling too shy to meet his gaze.

"Okay! So now I will leave," he said kissing my forehead.

I don’t know when I started loving kisses on the forehead.

I followed him to the hall.

"Good morning," Avni greeted as we reached downstairs.

"Avni I have bought something for you,” he said as he pulled out something from his bag.

I looked at it and I was hurt.

He bought her the same bracelet but with different design.

So I was not the only woman he gifted the bracelet.

She wrapped it around her wrist.

"It's so beautiful. Thank you Ranveer. You are the best and that's why I love you,” she exclaimed and Ranveer looked at me and maybe he saw the hurt in my eyes and pushed Avni.

"Ranveer, can you drop me to office? "she asked.

"Sure," he said.

I don’t like her being close with him.

I don’t like when he gives her so much attention.

"But Naina have you given him place in your heart and life?" Once again that stupid voice asked me.

Every time my foolish mind has to give guest appearance.

"I am getting irritated by this job. Thank god Naina that you don’t have to work as Ranveer is very rich." her voice broke my thoughts off and after hearing what she said I felt cheap but she was right.

I don’t work.

I know he is embarrassed by his good for nothing wife.

"Avni, she is a good painter and we can't paint like her in years,” Ranveer said and I looked at him shockingly.

What?

He thinks I am a good painter.

"Oh really! I want to see your paintings someday Naina,” she said and I gave her a small smile.

Once again Ranveer bid me goodbye and they left.

The whole day her words were echoing around my ears.

She was right.

I should find a job.

After having lunch I went for a walk and walked for almost an hour to clear my head.

I reached home and decided to finish reading the story I started yesterday.

The ringing of the doorbell bought me out of my storyland and looked at the time to see that it was almost 6 p.m.

I opened the door to see Ranveer and Avni standing in front of me.

As usual he gave me a bouquet and today it was white roses and then I saw some packets in his hand.

"I will go and freshen up," Avni said and went towards the guest room.

I followed him in our room and he removed his tie and sat in front of me.

"Aah...Thankyou.. I was so tired after back to back meetings but your head massage always makes me relax," he was saying as I was massaging his head.

I went to the bathroom to wash my hand and while washing my hand I saw Ranveer came inside and closed the door.

What is he doing ?

"Ranveer let me go," I shouted.

"First I want to tell you that me and Avni are just friends and she said she love me in a friendly way,” he said.

He locked us together to tell me this ?

"Why are you explaining me Ranveer ? I didn't ask you anything," I said.

Just friends.

Just great !

"But in the morning I realized you are hurt," he said.

"I am not hurt Ranveer. I know you both are 'just friends',” I said emphasizing the last two words.

"Anyways stay there just few minutes. I have a surprise,” he said and locked me in the bathroom and went outside.

Again surprise?

And who locks someone in the bathroom to give surprise?

The one and only. Mr. Ranveer Singhania.

After few minutes he opened the door and when I saw what was in front of me, I became speechless and hugged him as tears of happiness rolled down my cheek.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. You are the best," I mumbled in his chest.

"Hey! Are you okay?" he asked as he broke our hug and that time I realized today was the first time I hugged him.

I could not believe my own eyes.

In front of me was a painting easel with different sizes of brush and different types of color."

I was adjusting it so it took time. I don’t know anything about it so I took Harsh. Remember him, he came at our wedding?" he asked.

"Yes,” I said as I was too surprised to say anything further.

Nobody ever did something like this for me.

"And here are some painting chart paper," he said giving me a packet.

"And I don’t know if you do canvas drawing, so I bought five canvas," he said and showed me the canvas.

"Why are you so nice?" I asked.

"I care for you," he replied.

"I love painting, it come naturally to me. When I was young instead of studying I used to paint. One day Dad saw it and he was furious. From that day I concentrated on my studies but I never stopped painting. I used to paint after finishing my study. Dad was never at home so it was the only thing which made me happy."

"You should have taken it as your main subject instead of commerce,” he said.

"When I was in class ten I told Dad that I want to study art, but he got very angry and said that painting has no future and I cannot take it, and then I took commerce,” I told him.

For the first time I shared my passion and craze for painting.

No one knows about this.

Not even Sameer.

But after seeing few paints in my house how can he understood about my love for painting?

"How do you came to know I love painting? I mean you have seen few of my painting and understood it?" I asked the question running in my head.

"In your house, when I looked at them, I saw a reality in them, as if you are not painting by your hand but by your soul,” he said and I wanted to kiss him right there, but controlled myself.

What?

Kissing him?

"One day, just draw something for me,” he said making me smile.

"You know you can teach painting here?" he asked.

"I never thought about teaching it,” I told him.

"You can take home tuitions. For the people who are talented like you but they just want a guidance."

"I will think about it," I said.

"So you will start your painting by drawing my ugly face?" he asked and I remember our conversation when we went to visit Dad and started laughing.

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