Fantasy Pursuit of an Artist (Completed)

[garamrohan]

Paresh wake up abruptly. He felt his neck muscle contracted due to sleeping in uncomfortable position in the chair. His eyes, all red and fiery due to the late nights he had spend on the painting were looking awful if not dangerous. He flashed cold water on his face to turn away the afternoon sleep. "You must be working harder Paresh... Basant panchami is not too far now." He said to himself and turned back to the painting.

Carefully looking at the lady of the paining one more time, he shook head with disgrace. Not meant that was bad painting though. But Paresh was looking for something different... really different. He picked up the brush and very carefully his hands moved to the painting.  His hand steady like stone and only his fingers moving.. once from left to right... next time right to left. And suddenly his eye fixated on the spot on the painting. His eye sparkled.. and he breathed deeply, piercing his teeth into lower lip as he carefully worked on that spot.

"Fuckk... " he cried and brush melted down from his hands. He covered his face with palm unable to bear disappointment and in the next moment tore off the painting and threw it to the door with all the hate. "Her ass needs to be inviting... So much that your soul will run ahead of you... not fucking crap like this.." He cried and the very time Divya opened the door.

He was spellbounded. His anger disappeared within a moment. With open mouth and wide eyes full of disbelief he just looked at her. Divya coughed. "Its me... the landlady... I think I have disturbed you. I will be back some other time.", saying she turned back to door.

"No No.. madam... nothing of that kind... Please its my pleasure to have you at my place.", He rushed to her and smile appeared to her face.

"We went for a piligram yesterday. Have brought prasad from there. Thought of sharing with you." she offered the prasad.

"Oh.. thank you..", he forwarded his hands but next moment backed them off as they were dirty. "ah.. maybe you can put it into the dish over the table... I am really sorry."

"No worries.. mister.."

"Paresh... only Paresh..", he smiled.

"Okay.. then 'Divya' will be putting this on the table for you..", she marched to the table.

"So nice of you... 'Divya'..", he tress her name and both smiled without looking at each other, for no obvious reasons...

"Perrfect...", exclaimed Paresh.

"What?", Divya turned back and walked to him.

"You have perfect Rangoli skills... I really liked that you are keeping alive an artist within you..", he smiled sheepishly.

"Okay I have to go now Paresh... see you...", Divya moved to the door and she found that torn painting at the door which she missed when she entered the room.

"Whats that?... Oh sooo beautiful...", she opened the torn painting somehow arranging the separated pieces..., "Why you tore it?"

"It's not perfect... The way I want it to be...", Paresh scratched his head.

"Its is beautiful... I don't know what problem you found in it. Anyways, can I took it with me if you don't need it anymore?", Divya asked.

"Yeah sure... if you wish.. I mean it is torn..."

"Thank you..", Divya cheered and run to her house upstair not giving to Paresh an opportunity to finish his talk.

Paresh again spellboundly watched what he really complemented just a moment ago as PERFECT....Two juicy bums of Divya swinging sensually in the tightly wore chiffon saree...