Opposites Attract

32.

In the first one, I'm sitting in his studio with a steaming coffee mug in my hands. I am looking out of the window. It's the time when he told me to pose. I thought it was a joke and to pass time but apparently he had other plans.

The way the surroundings blend and the contrast of me against them makes me seem so unrealistically beautiful. Every painting makes me seem the same.

The second is me dancing in the club with my hairs flying in the air wearing the cocktail dress with an exotic look on my face. My eyes are closed and my red lips are shining bright.

And finally the third. It is of me in the Perez's ball wearing the pink princess ball gown as per the theme. I am standing with my face to the left as if I am looking for someone and my hands are holding my skirt.

I remember this. I was looking for Jacob when he had vanished to get some champagne.

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Sierra still has her hands on her mouth. But it's not her fault.

The portrait calls for this type of reaction. Hell even I can't take my eyes off them.

"I want all of them. ASAP." I tell Noah.

These are the paintings of my girl, no one should get to stare at them but me.

Sierra steps out her daze and glances at us.

Noah shakes his head. "Sorry dude, two are already sold. Actually the first one to go out was this one." He points at the club picture.

Anger boils inside me. How can I bear even thinking of someone else gazing at these pictures of my fiancé.

The manager of the event comes and says something to Noah. "Great! Even the third is out." He announces happily. "It was the most expensive out of the three." He points at the coffee mug painting which flaunts her natural beauty.

"Who bought it?" I ask, trying hard to keep my temper on bay. I'll pay double and buy the painting back. I want it at any cost.

"Yeah. Who will buy this?" Sierra repeats with a chuckle.

"Me." Comes a British accented voice from behind us. We three turn to find a guy with a slight dimpled smile standing there, staring at Sierra with a knowing expression.

From looks, I can tell he is Indian. He is tall but at least two inches shorter than me. Lean but muscular, adorning an expensive suit. He is of wheatish complexion with sharp nose, defined forehead and a good triangular jaw.

Recognition flashes in Sierra's eyes and she runs to him and hugs him tightly. "Aditya!" She shouts simultaneously.

The man laughs and hugs her back. He even lifts her up and spins her around. Noah and my jaws drop. What the HELL!

She pulls away and cups his face. "Oh my god! Is it really you? After so long. Oh god, I missed you so much." She says in a single breath obviously very excited.

"Yes Saras. It's me." He replies, gazing at her fondly with eyes filled with love. He even called her a different name! One I had no idea about.

She hugs him again. "You don't have any idea how happy I am." She says to him.

"Whatever you're feeling, I am feeling double.. or wait triple times more." He has his hands so protectively and lovingly that it physically hurts me to see this.

Then his eyes meet ours.

"As much as I would love to hold you, two guys are literally gawking at us." He says to her.

Sierra pulls away and looks at us and her mouth forms an o.

"Who are they?" He asks, his one hand on the small of her back.

Noah and I move closer to them. "I.."

"They are my friends." She cuts me and lies.

Noah's eyes snap to her then to me.

Why did she lie?