Estate

And she was the one: her eyes is an art of the endless skies. All the ugliness on Earth - babies that lives to see death in matter of days or most of the time, quite immediately; women getting raped in a backward unjustifiable patriarchal society; men getting pulled away in an extreme case of desperation and ignorance to have their bodies scattered around the world; organisations testing drugs on souls to generate billions of dollar - and all the ugliness in this world is not able to break open the skies. And as I said she was the one. Her father needed her married off as soon as possible before he reaches his expiry date. He is a man of massive fortune. We were to embrace his bequeathment.

And he came to my place with a torch of love by his side and asked me quite instantly, "I need you to marry my daughter but I need you to prove to me why I should not consider any other candidates.". I took a white canvas as large as my living room floor and lay it beautifully and it resembled the light of her beauty. I stood on a stool and unzipped my pants. I looked at her and she nodded to give me that long-awaited green light. I started urinating on the canvas. It was golden and like a waterfall, it dropped onto the canvas endlessly. I snatched a look at the old man. He gave me his smiles.