The Love Heist
Opportunity Knocks
She was a brilliant, independent, self-motivated go getter. Graduated, top of her class. Art came easy for her. She created worlds that most only get glimpses of, in the tabloids or on tv.
She was living hers.
Starting a new adventure in New York City. Full ride - to the most prestigious art school on the East coast.
For extra cash, she operated a small art boutique in Hudson. The owner had her selling her own work out of his store front. She had created several pieces; in fact, a buyer was coming that day, to collect her biggest sale yet.
That afternoon, the bell above the door rang.
A young man sauntered in, making his way into the backroom and grabbing a snack from the fridge. She hurried him out, scowling. "Uh, you don't belong back here," pointing at the "employees only" sign.
He grinned, "oh, yeah, sorry, my pop owns the place," he said, "I'm here to pick up some work I had commissioned." She gasped, immediately looking mortified.
"Hey, no worries," he said," have drinks with me to make it up?"
Hesitantly, she agreed.
They became inseparable. From that very first encounter, he had stolen her heart.
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Once upon a time there was a vill(age) named Shamli. And like every other vill Shamli also had a group of kiddies who were stylish musketeers and veritably studious. They were five kiddies named Roshni Daksh Harshit Sejal and Namrata. Namrata was the youthful one and Daksh was the oldest. Daksh was in 10th class and he was the most studious of them all. One day the vill encounter a problem. Someone was stealing the gold coins from the original bank. The townies every time gathered some plutocrat and converted it into gold coins and kept it in the bank as a security which can be used during the times of natural disasters or any unfortunate event. As it was a vill the security at the bank wasn't veritably good. Someone took the advantage of the poor security and stole the gold coins from the bank. There was no indication about who was he she. Police was informed and was asked to probe but Daksh set up commodity weird he couldn't believe that a man from the vill would steal the gold coins when the gold coins were kept for the people of vill itself. Daksh called for an immediate meeting of all his musketeers. Namrata Roshni Harshit and Sejal went in a hurry from their houses because Daksh had contacted" Hey musketeers commodity weird is going on we've to find out what happed ASAP!." The communication itself sounds veritably critical to all of them. When they all gathered in the playground. The stored them that is commodity where is passing as no bone from the vill could ever steal these coins because they were for their own benefit. People of Shamli aren't that greedy that they'll steal the plutocrat which was for their own benefit. People of Shamli lived like a family and it was a peaceful vill with no screams at all. All of the musketeers agreed that no bone from the vill could ever Steel the gold coins. And and all of them decided to break the riddle by themselves. Daksh went to the bank to find some suggestions. Daksh was really into the riddle dramatizations, he watched crime shows and had a curious personality to know everything. At the bank, he set up vestiges with his magnifying glass. And as he'd studied he collected one footmark and took it to the forensic lab in the near megacity with the authorization of bobby as the bobby was impressed by the knowledge of Daksh. As he reached the lab the lab attendant told him that he will come to his vill and take vestiges of all the members of the vill and the near vill. The coming day the attendant came with his platoon and collected samples. And after a week, the results came, and the vestiges in the bank matched with Raman. He was the son of the head of the vill. On probing him, he told that as his father was the head of the vill he was forced to come an mastermind. But he wanted to come an artist he wanted plutocrat to share in the National Artists Hunt. But his father refused and said that if he will come an artist he will not accept him as his son. He'd no other option except stealing. Daksh understood Raman's situation as he'd seen Namrata face the same situation. Daksh decided to host a exhibition and asked Raman to display his oils there. And he also induced the police officer to leave Raman as he returned the gold coins. At the exhibition everybody came and all were impressed by the oils and were desperately staying to know the name of the artist. And also Daksh blazoned that the artist of the mesmerizing art was Raman. Everyone was surprised and complimented Raman's father for having such a talented son. His father learnt his assignment and Raman was given some gold coins for his competition and he won it. And he thanked Daksh as without him none of this would have been possible.
By Kabir Khan5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
Chance encounters, so serendipitous, sweetly told. Editorial Note: In the paragraph, "Starting a new adventure in New York City. Full ride - to the most prestige's art school on the East coast," did you mean "prestigious"?
This is very cute story 🥰
Well done!!! Beautiful spin on the Heist challenge. I really went on a journey with the artist in the story. Love this very much.