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“But why did you want to see my drawing room?” He asked her. He was standing behind her. She was just looking around the room. Her eyes were roaming on the pictures which were hanging on the wall. They were not enough so there was one more painting that was half done on the canvas. It was amazing. She was bewildered by this all. Because, only she was everywhere.

There were only pictures of her in the whole room. Only her pictures surrounded the four walls of the room.

And while looking at these pictures, Alessandra had lost so much in them that she did not even hear the question of Hades. She kept looking at them as if she had gone to another world after seeing those pictures. A world that was beautiful, like a dream.

Hades smiled and gazed at Alessandra only by folding his arms over his chest. She was lost in those pictures, while Hades decided to get lost in her.

“I never looked this beautiful,” she mumbled unconsciously to herself but in that pin drop silence, Hades heard her.