𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫

WOVEN IN LIES

･ᴗ･

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲?

The cool and crisp air has wrapped in a gentle embrace, as the morning sky played a game of hide and seek with the celestial sun. The village city, awakening from its summer slumber, resonated with the symphony of chirping sounds.

Against this backdrop, a girl, draped in a pristine white dress that accentuated her grace, navigated through the serene village streets. White tights gracefully embraced her legs, and with a swift motion, she locked her hair-her breath visible in the early morning chill.

Clutching the canvas in her hand, she briskly made her way into a farm; that is furnished with greenery. Each step she took echoed a sense of purpose, her black, sleek hair moving in synchronized harmony with her stride. The silver anklets she wore resonated through the calm greenery, creating a subtle rhythm that danced with the chirping hum of the birds coming to life after the night hiatus.

A warm smile and a little wave greeted her from the villagers; mainly farmers who were back to the farm to check upon the crop reaped and ready to go be harvested for this summer. A momentary pause allowed her to briskly pull up her sleeves. A glance at her Michael Kors watch revealed the perennial five-minute lag that seemed to dance with her every move. The orange hue charred the white clouds indicating the gradual rising of the sun ending the hide and seek game.

Her hand moved graciously on the canvas as the morning sun calmed everyone with its warm presence. The warmth is what she always liked from the celestial sun and it was bound to bought on her canvas.

Her dusky arms were coated with a tint of orange paint in dots though her dark brown eyes never left the painting aside. She is a morning girl and the celestial sun always woke her up with its warmth.

The labour began showing up one by one to harvest the crop and she packed her brushes and paints in her bag and zipped them. Leaning against the huge mango tree, her gaze fell on two birds fighting for a mango. And that curved her lips in an upward smile remembering her childhood.

The serene calm was raptured by the screeching sound of the car tires which attained the unwanted attention. A few people ran in that direction to look upon the situation. She didn't ponder over that rather stayed close to her freshly made painting until she heard the cursing and bickering of the people.

Like flies around the sweets, the people surrounded the car within minutes only to increase the noise and worry. The people moved away giving her a way inside the commotion.

"Yadava, ni valle ila ayindi." A man dressed in black shirt and white pants screamed at the other one who was standing there and listening to the former with his benelovent attitude.

(Idiot, it all happened because of you.)

The latter didn't reply but went towards the front end of the car and opened the bonnet trying to grasp what went wrong. The first man slightly nudged his shoulder but he didn't turn around.

"Bro, look at that girl man!" He nudged his shoulder again and this time instead of being ignored, the first man earn a punch in his stomach. He fixed the car and closed the bonnet and the villagers flew away after they got refused in helping the two men.

"Ayipenda?" She asked the first one. His face turned red cause of the embarrassment yet he chose to be bold and replied, "What are you implying Miss?"

(Done?)

She made a disappointed sigh, "I'm asking are you done looking at me?" The water bottle in his hand slipped away listening to her and the second one glared at him for his silly actions.

"Okka pani sarigga cheyyavu nuvvu!" He murmured and went to the trunk to collect another bottle to wash his hands. Though he didn't forget to have a look at her who seemed to be a good mood of quarreling with his friend.

"The beauty needs to be admired anyways." His flattering didn't melt her instead it let out an annoying sigh from her.

"Chandu stop it and get into the car." The second one yelled and the first one, aka Chandu, quickly got inside the car not before giving her a cheeky smile which annoyed her more.

"Sorry for his behaviour." The first one apologized on behalf of his friend. She nodded and made her way home.

The dawn became morning, the shops were open and the roads were busy with traffic. Placing her bag beside the bean bag, she adjusted the canvas into the frame before hanging it to the wall. The first dawn of this month. And it was a ritual for her to paint every first dawn of the month.

"Chaitra, kindaki ra ila." Her father, Ranga Rao yelled from the living room and she knew she was doomed today.

"I heard that you met the son of Padmanabham today morning." His voice held the accusation. She glared at the men standing in front of him with folded hands.

"Vallakaasi kaadu na vaipu chudu," He scolded her for scaring the men and dismissed them. Once they left the room, she glared at her father and turned off the TV.

"Nanna nenu just polam vaipu vella anthe. Vallu akkadiki vaste nenem cheyyali?" She whined and went to the kitchen to complain about her father to her mother india.

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A new one!

Village backdrop are my favourite, and writing one is that is like an achievement. I hope you liked the first chapter.

Maanav?

Chaitra?

How would their love starts?

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Till then. Namaste. Bye. Allah Hafiz.