“Mr. Self Proclaimed Artist, show some love , please,” she begged.
“I’m busy,” he replied.
“Always busy,” she said with a sad face.
“Sketch me!”
“Fine, Challenge Accepted.” He started scribbling on his canvas.
Few Hours later.
“See here!” He pointed towards the drawing canvas.
“Fuck!” Her eyes welled with tears.
“Why crying?” He asked curiously.
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