Spencer  pov
(AT NIGHT 11 PM)

I was led on the bed and watching the news on television...
The news caught my attention was there is an exhibition of painting in Bangalore.
Artist name  is MANNAV  in next 2 days

I have seen painting of his in California... I was dazzled by his work...
I wanted to buy that art but it was already sold, luck was not with me
BUT now I will be lucky to see his art ...

I have searched for him ...
But the only information I got is manna is not the name of the artist.
The name is used to not to disclose the real name .....
And more then an interesting thing is that he is young...

Talent people of a young age are very few and beat their art with experiences once.
Pretty awesome ... Right.

I want to meet him ...
There is something in his art that attracts me to meet him
His art speaks...
Words are not required to explain the meaning of art .....
My mom loves do paint. she always has proposed to draw ...while observing her I learn how painting can explain the joy, hurt, calmness, courage, shame pity, shame, LOVE ... and many more...

I smiled gingerly I was happy that I will be getting a painting of such a great guy.

My phone rang .....
Name flash as my irked girlfriend... Jessica

"Yes, Jessica,"  I answered

"Baby, don't you miss me???" She asked slow and seducing voice

" No, I was busy ...I don't have time to think of you .....Jessie " I told her ..she is persistent... that girl.

" I missing you terribly "

" Oh,"  I answered ..I know that when "terribly" come.

" Can I come over there? " she asked

"  I came here for business, not for holiday Jessie " I answered sternly ...we come to contact once a week ..we were a couple for a name ..media want some gossip

She is the daughter of my father's friend. Working in a modelling agency ...YES, she is perfect for very things which she does.

We are a couple for social gathering and event we go together..
As living in a society like me.
Press want something new .. for which Jessica fulfil their desire saying random stuff.

" Baby....." she trailed...WHAT ?????

"What You want now ???"

" Actually I am in Los Angeles...for a photoshoot while  roaming ....randomly  I like the beach  house..."

I GOT THAT ...MONEY STUFF

"How much ???" I asked short and clear.

"$3,510,000 ...." she answered

" I will transfer money as soon as possible," I told her and disconnect the call ...

Every damn girl want money, MONEY, BLOODY MONEY SUCKER

Then called my secretary to transfer money and for an update of work in California.

Then I walk over the window and open it I stare at the moon ....it looks so nice today

I also want moon in my life that could illuminate light in my life, to whom I would stare, share my feeling, My facade that I wore on my face I want to remove that...

I WANT MY MOON... 

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MANNAT  POV

As we enter the house... the house was full of chatter...

Firstly I went to dad and hug him ....meanwhile everyone was with Rudy ....because he has come after 6 months from Harvard University.

Dad and I talk about some business work and I take advice from him of new venture going on in Sweden.

Then I told him that I was going to Sweden tomorrow night.
"No... Maan. You are not going ." he told me in a stern voice

"Dad people over there are creating problems and progress which we have assumed is not-" I was cut by dad by the single raising of his hand

"Come over here " he patted the seat beside him. I walked over him a seat beside him and face him

"Maan you are overdoing work than required," he said seeing directly into my eye

I  inhaled deeply ... I know they are worried about me but I can't live here more because the memory of past ..... come repeated...

"DAD please I want to go ..... as soon as possible from here. already I am here for more than 1 week ..." I replied with my eye closed, I can't face my dad right now " pleases dad " I added... with hope

" Okay my dearest daughter " his voice was not happy ....but the word *please* did work for me ...

" Dad convinces mom too ... that I am leaving, she will not allow me to step outside of the house the day .." I trailed off...

My mom wants me to tie up with somewhat business tycoon.... he is coming tomorrow...
WHAT I AM ONLY 24... AND GOING TO BECOME 25 NEXT MONTH

I am not ready for a marriage proposal right now... I have not forgotten ARNAV......Yet...

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Mannat past

Arnav and I were classmates in class 10 ...

He was handsome,  gunmetal blue eyes, angular jaw, dimples when he smiles, fair skin, kissable lips perfect physique.INTELLIGENT.... in every aspect
He was a scholarship student... came from Punjab.

I was attracted to him ...but I didn't show... then we became friend..... he was best as a friend... I ever have

Almost every girl tried to allure him ... but he never returns the favour.... he just ignored...
He was friendly with everybody but when girls tried to touch him ...he simply removes their hands and stern look on his face or brows together as..what?????

Firstly I was shocked why he does not reciprocate their feelings. As many boys are attention seeker .. Then I ignored that feeling...
 
Things for which I was attracted  to him were many but few are

1: he isn't girly person ...he doesn't want the attention of girls ...

2: he cares for everyone....he doesn't want anything in return...

3: he talks so nicely ...sweetly ... that anyone would do anything for him  ...

4: he was a basketball player ..I  would say the best player in the whole school.

AND MANY MORE .....
for what I was attracted

Then we become best friends ... in six weeks...

There was a group of six-person
Me, Arnav, Jayesh, Juhi,  Namrata, Aditya...

Juhi and Aditya were couples
Namrata and Jayesh were coupled too....but I and arnav were a Best friend...

We all hang out together...
Parties, project, masti..... everything together

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