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Veda stepped back from her canvas, eyes shining with tears. The vibrant colors and bold brushstrokes seemed to pulse with life, reflecting her own transformation as a Phoenix.

"Breaking Free" was more than just a painting. It was her declaration of independence, an evidence to the strength she'd discovered within herself.

It was the witness of her power which she had uncovered within herself.

Her phone buzzed, breaking the spell of the mesmerizing creation. Vidyut's name flashed on the screen, and a warm smile spread across her beautiful face.

"Hey, beautiful," his voice wrapped around her like a gentle embrace. "How's my favorite artist?"

Veda's heart swelled. No one had ever made her feel seen and appreciated like Vidyut did.

"The painting's finally done," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The words felt like a revelation, a confirmation of her growth and new found strength.

"Can't wait to see it," Vidyut replied, his enthusiasm felt infectious. "Tonight?"

Veda hesitated,