Jafar travelled back into his lamp after a long day of making foolish wishes come true once again. He placed his turban upon a desk in his office as he sat down to write a tale of two souls colliding in a battle for one another's heart.

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Shazara, his wife, and he leaned back in his desk chair for a second.

Now Jafar is not the best when it comes to art, but, he had some lessons as a child and he was ready to put himself to the test.

"Shazara dearest, could you sit in here for a minute? I want to try and draw you, 'try' being the main word here." Jafar called to his wife.

"Of course Jafar, anything for you!" She said as she walked through the door to his office. She sat across from him on a red velvet sofa, playing with her hair and smiling.

Jafar smiled in return and slowly moved his computer away from him and instead, using his magic, he created a note pad and a set of sketching pencils. He made himself comfortable in his spiny recliner and started to draw.

*le time skip*

It had been three hours and the results of Jafar's art work was stunning, every detail of his beautiful wife's face had been perfectly captured in time within the amazing drawing.

Shazara stood up and walked over to her husband, peering over his shoulder at the masterpiece. She squealed and threw her arms around his neck, giving him a loving peck on the cheek.

"I love it!" She whispered in his ear. Jafar turned round and smiled at his wife.

"I'm glad you do my dear, I'm glad you do."

(It currently hangs upon their bedroom wall as Shazara insisted that she wanted to look at it every morning and smile. Jafar was just happy he had made the love of his life happy.)

THE END!