"The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke"

- Jerzy Kosinski

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Unknowingly she kept watching the door for his arrival. Her heart wanted to look for him, but her mind didn't want him to come and meet her.

Everytime she says 'Order please' she always looked for his voice.

Five working days have passed, but there were no signs of him.

She walked out of the shop, absentmindedly she bumped into a hard chest.

"No day dreaming miss." his voice brought a sudden energy to her. She immediately looked at him. Unconsciously her cheeks made dimples because of her smile.

But she maintained her composure and let her mind to take control.

"You?" she asked with an eye brow raised.

"Yeah, me only. Whom else are you expecting?" he grinned.

She shook her head. "It's late, I have to leave."

"Tomorrow, 8:30 morning, will come to your home. Be ready." saying that he got on to his car and was about to ignite the engine,

"I said I will come with you only once." she reminded him, but he simply shrugged and drove off.

Jerk! She shook her head amused.

Next day, she got ready and was waiting for him.

She rushed to the door when she heard a knock on the door.

Again, he barged in before she could invite him.

He set the TV and put the disc he brought and sat on the sofa.

"Come on. I have brought some movies, we can watch them."

She looked shocked, here she was thinking he would take her out.

"As I promised, I am not taking you out. So let's watch some movies together." he didn't wait for her response. He started to unpack the stuffs he brought.

He patted beside him asking her to sit.

She sighed and sat beside him.

"Do you like action movies?"

"Nope"

"Superhero type?"

"No way."

"Then what? Rom-com?" he smirked.

"I am not much into romance also." she shrugged.

"Whatever it is. Just watch the film I play." saying that he played some animated films.

They both kept laughing now and then, and also kept eating the snacks he brought.

After watching 3 movies, it became evening.

Between two movies they talked about themselves. He shared some instance which took place while painting.

"What? Seriously?" she tried to control her laugh as she doesn't want to offend him.

He nodded. "At that time, no one was there to pose. So I had to accept his condition."

She couldn't control her laughter, she burst out laughing.

"Don't laugh." he whined.

"So you stood naked while he was posing naked?"

He nodded, he wanted to bring that topic, so that he could remove her sorrow.

"Aww, poor soul. Why did he put forth that condition?" she asked him.

"He felt uncomfortable. Being naked is not only a physical things, your emotions also become naked. You will feel exposed both mentally and physically. So he wanted someone else to feel equally vulnerable." he explained, slowing bringing the topic he wanted to share.

"Were you uncomfortable? At that time?" she asked the question he expected.

"Initially I was shocked when someone asked me. But I understood him. First he thought I would refuse so that he could escape, but when I agreed to his condition, it gave him some sort of support.

"You know what, body is just flesh made of tissues. That's all. Everyone's anatomy is same. No one is going to see in you which others doesn't have. So it didn't matter to me whether I was naked or fully dressed while painting him" he said in one flow and watched her keenly.

She thought for a while and diverted the topic. But he didn't, he answered her questions in a way that, she would ask the questions he wanted to ask.

"What are some other interesting things that happened?" she raised her eyebrow.

"A-ha, no no no. Not like what you think. I don't mix pleasure and passion. That's my policy." he stated it clearly.

She sighed in relief on knowing that, and Hrithik noticed her actions.

"There were offers rather say, conditions. They asked me one night stand in exchange, but I wasn't interested in it. On the other extreme, I have got beaten up, slapped in front of everyone, why, I even got kicked where the sun doesn't shine." while saying the last line, he looked at her teasingly.

And she understood his tease remembering what she did to him.

"I am so sorry. I thought you as some ..." she initially thought bad of him. But he completely different from what she thought he was.

"pervert?" he completed her sentence.

She grinned sheepishly.

"Don't worry. Everyone thinks me like that only."

"Do you get any volunteers?" she asked him.

"Yeah, many. Actually there are many professional posers. Some normal people also approached me. Some lovers gave nude poses together. It happens all the time. My friend, she is working in porn industry, yesterday she gave me a pose."

"Then why me?" she whispered.

All these time she was happy, but when she came to know there are many people who are ready to volunteer, she wanted to know why he wanted her to give the pose.

He didn't expect this question from her rather he wasn't ready to answer this question.

He sighed and looked at the TV. After few minutes of silence he spoke.

"Your innocence. My theme required it. It wanted an inexperienced person. Fear, remorse, pain, anger, I wanted all these emotions to pass through her for the theme. You were my choice and I don't regret it too. I drew many people for that theme, but I wasn't satisfied with the outcome. When I was about to give up I saw you." he explained without hiding anything.

She deserves to know the truth.

She nodded, the glow in her face was gone after hearing his confession.

He lifted her chin up and made her to look at her.

"Posing nude is not a sin." he whispered.

"But I still feel guilty." she voiced her thoughts which she buried all these days.

"I feel ashamed of myself. I was terribly need of money. I gave my money to my cousin's operation. I didn't have a choi..." by the end she started to sob.

"Hey, no no." he engulfed her in hug and patted her head.

"You did the right thing by giving money to those who need it." she didn't hear him, she kept on crying and buried herself in his chest.

"I feel like a pros..." before she could complete the sentence he pulled away from her and caught her jaw tightly.

"Complete that sentence, you will regret it for life." he threatened her.

She was shocked on hearing his cold tone. She has never seen him that angry.

"It's an art Diya. Not a cheap thing. I am really sorry for making you feel like that. If I had known you would be feeling like this, then I would have given you money as debt. Stop regretting over the past.

"You know what, there are many people who sleep with others for money, you may think it is similar, but it is not. Art is a way of evoking emotions than portraying. It is beauty. Don't think low of yourself" saying that he got up and went out.

He knows that she didn't offend him and it was purely a guilt. What triggered him was how she thought low of herself. A part of him was angry on him for making her to do this, another part of him was angry on her for thinking like that.

He took deep breaths and stood still when he heard soft footsteps.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you." she said.

Still she didn't get the point. It isn't about him. It is about how she think of herself.

Again taking few more deep breath he turned around to see her tear dried face.

He slowly approached her and she bent her head down in shame.

He caught her hands and dragged her to his car and rushed his car. He didn't answer when she asked where she was being taken to.

He stopped in front of his house and pulled her by his side and entered the house.

He initially thought of explaining everything to her in his home, but he knew it would be uncomfortable for her being in same place where she thinks she lost her dignity. But now, she didn't leave him much choice, so he dragged her to his house.

"See." he gave her a pile of his artworks. She looked at him wide eyes, he directed his eyes at his work asking her to see them.

She sat down on a chair nearby and saw each and every art work of his. He gave her all of the nude painting collections to him and he keenly watched her reactions.

She didn't feel awkward or flinch at the sight of his artworks. In fact she was mesmerized by them.

After seeing some smile in her face and admiration in her eyes, he came out if his cold state.

He stood beside her and explained some of his artworks.

Finally she saw hers. He looked at her eyes, she did give a shock look but she wasn't ashamed of herself.

She felt sad for the painting and not for herself.

"It is beautiful." she looked up at him with a surprise.

He gave her a grateful nod.

Tears started to flow from her eyes, but he was sure that they were happy tears and not the sad ones.

"You have amazing talent, Hrithik." she whispered and once again looked at his artwork.

He tugged her hair behind her ear, "This is what I am trying to say. Art evokes emotion and feeling. Don't compare it with any other thing." he softly said without leaving his hands near her ear.

She turned to face him which made his hand to cup her left cheek.

"I am sorry." she said looking ashamed herself for saying those words.

"Never. Think. Low. Of. Yourself." he said each word with stress.

She nodded her head obediently.

"Would you like to look at my other artworks?"

"Yeah sure." with an excitement she got up and followed him.

Every weekend they used spend with each other at either of their houses.

"Tomorrow there is an audition. So clear your schedule tomorrow." he said.

"You don't have habit of asking isn't?" she raised an eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes.

"I have work to do." he simply shrugged, which wanted her to smack his head.

"Meet you tomorrow." saying that he put his helmet on and drove off.

She looked at his retreating figure. Once she feared that she might fall in love with him. But now she actually fell in love with him.

She needed him in her life, but something in her says that confessing her feelings to him wasn't the right option. She feared that she might lose him forever, because never once he indicated that he is interested in her. But she knows that he cares for her and she didn't want to lose that by confessing her love. Love is always a complicated one. She shook his head and went inside her home.

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Hi guys! How are you all? How was the chapter? See I have updated this chapter soon. Some might have missed out my last chapter. Do read them. Thanks for all those encouraging comments. *bows dow*

Coming to the discussion they both were having, actually I read an article about an artist who draw nude arts. He confessed that he had been asked for one night stands and was also asked to stand nude while drawing nude posers. So thought of including that in my story.

A kind help. Can anyone suggest me how to add Gif in Wattpad? I am not able to add them. If you know do tell me. Thank you.

4-5 chapters more. Have to make them love each other and break them apart and... Oops. Sorry sorry. Forget what I said.

Anyway until next time this is Aaru signing off. Bye bye.

P. S: don't forget to vote if you like and comment on this chapter. Remember your comments encourage me a lot.