#WritcoStoryPrompt102
Write a narrative on the term "Life becomes meaningless unless and until you are put to choose. Your choice is what makes life meaningful and finally worth living"
presenting..

PALETTE :
UNVEILING THE HEART'S PORTRAIT

[ here, hearts and arts interwine;
Two souls
One gallery
a past shrouded in secrets..
lovers witness the love's masterpiece]

Amid the soft glow of the art gallery's ambient lighting, Aasra wandered from one canvas to another. The works of various artists surrounded her, each piece vying for her attention. Yet, none had the power to captivate her heart as deeply as the memories of one particular artist's creations, her ex-boyfriend, Aadil.

Years had passed since their passionate love affair had withered away, like autumn leaves surrendering to winter's chill. It had been a relationship filled with intense emotions, both emotionally and physically. However, it was a question, one single question, that had torn them apart.

Aasra, now a journalist on the cusp of graduating, had asked that fateful question one evening. She was concerned about their future, and it had seemed like a harmless inquiry at the time. "When will you get serious about your income, Aadil?" she had asked gently.

But Aadil, already burdened by the relentless inquiries of friends and family about his unconventional career as a sketch artist, had snapped. "Why can't you just let me be?" he'd spat out angrily, his mood darkening like a storm cloud.
Then, Aasra walked away, never to return his messages or calls.

Now, in the gallery, Aasra stood before a canvas that had drawn her in. It was a drawing that seemed to be dismissed by the passing patrons. She couldn't help herself; she began explaining the profound emotions behind the strokes and shades, the hidden story that only she, who had once shared his life, could understand.
Suddenly, the crowd comprehended, and they erupted into applause, desperately wanting to meet the elusive artist behind this masterpiece. That's when Aasra discovered that the creator of this art was none other than Aadil, her ex-boyfriend.

After some awkward silences, Aadil finally broke the ice, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "Aasra, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Aasra met his gaze, her eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. "I've been well, Aadil. Life has been quite a journey. And you?"

Aadil sighed, his eyes tracing the artwork around them. "I've been sketching, trying to find my path. It's not been easy, but it's what I love."

Aasra nodded, understanding the depth of his passion. "I see that. Your art has evolved."

Aadil smiled faintly. "Thank you, Aasra. You always saw something in my sketches that others couldn't."

Aasra's voice softened as she replied, "Your art always had a way of speaking to me, Aadil."

They continued talking, reminiscing about shared memories and the dreams they once had together. The gallery seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them lost in conversation.

Aadil's voice quivered as he spoke, "Aasra, I've carried this guilt for years, thinking you left because I couldn't provide for you. I'm so sorry. I promise I can make you happy this time. Just give us a chance."

Aasra looked into his eyes, her expression soft but conflicted. "Aadil, it's not just about that. It's about us too, about our dynamics."

Aadil leaned in closer, his voice earnest. "I've changed, Aasra. I've learned from my mistakes. I want to be a better man, for you."

Aasra hesitated for a moment before responding, "Aadil, it's not just about your career or being a better man. It's about me too, about what I need."

As Aasra felt the pressure of the ticking clock, she reminisced about the warmth of his embrace, the way his laughter had filled her life, and the depth of his love for her. But then she made her choice, and it was a resolute "No" to rekindling their romance.
Aadil stood there, too baffled to utter anything. Quietly saw her tearing up and leaving.
If that's aching her this much,then why?

Their conversation was laced with unspoken thoughts, a delicate dance of emotions and words.

Dear Diary,

Tonight was surreal, almost like a dream where the past collided with the present. It's been years since I walked away from Aadil, and tonight, I stood before his artwork, oblivious to the fact that he was the artist. The gallery was alive with admiration, but only I could see the depth beneath those strokes and shades.

Aadil and I talked, and he asked for forgiveness. He promised to make me happy, to be what I needed this time. It was tempting, Diary, and my heart ached with the memories of our shared moments. But as we spoke, I couldn't help but remember my reasons for leaving him.

I used to think it was because he couldn't provide for us, that he was too wrapped up in his love for me to focus on his future. But tonight, as he tried to convince me, I realized it ran deeper. I left because I believed he was too full of himself, that he wouldn't take care of himself if I stayed. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

But as I penned these thoughts, Diary, I realized I was trying to convince myself of something different. That it was all about him being too perfect, too absorbed in me. The truth is, I couldn't be part of a toxic relationship anymore. The day he lost his temper and shouted at me, it opened my eyes. Whether he was full of me or not, I was certainly much fuller of him, and it will be much better for me if I leave. It was just unhealthy. It was about me back then, and back a few hours ago too.

I have been deeply hit by an epiphany, Diary, standing there in the gallery. I need to stand on my own two feet and let Aadil find his path, just as I must find mine.

Goodnight,
Aasra


A/N:
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