The air in Siyara's room always smelled like turpentine and unfinished dreams. It was still early-the sky outside her window soft, painted with pale lavender and gray, like the morning was still half asleep. The world hadn't opened its eyes yet, but Siyara was already awake. She had been up for hours, her fingers messy with black, blue, and crimson stains. Her wrists hurt, not from sleep, but from holding the brush too long, like it was the only weapon she had.
You are my Obsession - Chapter 1
The air in Siyara's room always smelled like turpentine and unfinished dreams.It was still early-the sky outside her window painted with pale lavender and gray, like the morning was still half asleep. The world hadn't opened its eyes yet, but Siyara was already awake. She had been up for hours, her fingers messy with black, blue, and crimson stains. Her wrists hurt, not from sleep, but from holding the brush too long, like it was the only weapon she had.She stood barefoot on the cold floor, her old cotton nightdress dotted with paint from days before. On the easel ...Read More
You are my Obsession - Chapter 2
It had been three days.Three long, restless days since the gallery incident. Siyara hadn't returned to her studio-at least, with the intention of creating anything. She stared at blank canvases the way some people stared at graves. Her fingers itched to paint, but every time she picked up the brush, the memory of his eyes flared behind her eyelids.Aarav.And the way he had looked at her-concerned, confused, captivated. She hated it. Hated that her body remembered him. Hated that she still saw that ruined painting every time she blinked."Siyu?" Nikita's voice pierced her fog."Hm?""I said we need to go ...Read More