Zian and Zahir stood in the art room of the campus, their eyes fixed on the canvas that Liam had presented to them.
The painting was an abstract explosion of colours and shapes, and neither brother could quite make sense of it. They exchanged a weird glance, both trying to suppress their laughter.
"So, Liam, this... masterpiece is supposed to represent your love for Zada?" Zahir broke the silence with a sarcastic grin.
“Yes, it is. Every brushstroke is filled with emotion and meaning." Liam, sensing the sarcasm, straightened up defensively.
Zian raised an eyebrow, struggling to hold back a chuckle.
"Really? Because all I see is a mess of colours. How exactly does this express love?" Zian asked curiously, trying to suppress his mirth.
Liam took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure.
