Arshi OS - The Heart wants what it wants |Note pg. 8|

~ Arshi OS - The Heart wants what it wants ~

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She clicked off the lighter after igniting the last candle beside the bed. She straightened herself and tugged a hair-lock behind her ear, biting her lower lip as she looked at her work.

The room - rather say her boyfriend's room - was decorated with scented candles and rose petals, all by her.

"Arnav is gonna love it" she spoke to herself, smiling before going into the washroom to get herself changed.

*

You got me sippin' on something

I can't compare to nothing

She was ready in her little-black-dress, ready to seduce the life out of him! She pouted her face in a sexy pout and clicked a selfie, uploading it on her Instagram account the very next minute.

It was exact 9.00 pm.

"He should be here any minute now" she grinned, and checked herself in the mirror, moving a hand through her hair.

She sat in the middle of the bed, the anticipated reaction of him making her giggle.

She waited.

She lived in Germany with her parents, who had gone to India to attend a wedding of some of their relative.. so she was probably free to do anything she wanted to do. And 'cause she had a very-hot boyfriend, Arnav, then it became obvious that she had to move into his place for the time she was alone.

Without letting her parents know a bit of it, she flew off to Paris, where Arnav presently was, shooting for his next song-video.

She decided to surprise him by creating a romantic atmosphere for both of them to enjoy the night.

But she had no other choice other than waiting for him.

I know I'm acting a bit crazy

Strung out, a little bit hazy

It was 10.30 pm.

"What the hell" she cussed, feeling angry at Arnav for being so late.

At first, she decided to call him, but then stopped, planning to wait for him for some more time.

*

At about 1.00 am, the door bell finally rang.

She let out a deep sigh, before adjusting her mascara, which had smudged because of her crying, and want to open the door.

As soon as she opened the door, her heart sank seeing him.

There stood Arnav, having a girl cuddled into him, as they kissed impatiently.

Without even throwing a glance at her, he moved inside the house, not breaking the contact of his and that girl's lips even for a second. He supposed her to be his house-maid, who usually looked after the house in his absence. But the thought of her in his house.. was far beyond his dreams.

"What the f*ck Arnav?" she shouted as loud as she could, her knuckles whitening with anger.

Arnav broke from the kiss, whispering in the girl's ear to go to his room, before he turned back, only to find his girlfriend standing.

"K-Khushi?" he stuttered, looking here and there to save himself from the daggers which she shot by her eyes.

"What were you doing?" she yelled.

"Listen baby. You're misunderstanding --" he tried to move towards her, before she slapped him tight on his cheek.

"Don't you dare call me baby. The bed which I made for both of us, you will sleep on it with another girl? Is this you so-called loyalty?" she screamed at him, hot tears running down her cheeks.

"Baby c'mon--" he moved close to her.

"Go f*ck that b*tch" she yelled and pushed him with all her strength.

Without looking at him a second time, she turned around and left his house.

He moved his hand in his ruffled hair, trying to register what just happened. He moved to his room, which was all decorated, probably by Khushi, and he felt bad. Caring a little about Khushi, he politely said the girl, whom he had brought to his home, to leave; while he himself went to search for Khushi.

The bed's getting cold and you're not here

The future that we hold is so unclear

'I prepared everything for you' she cried, sitting on a bench near his house, 'But you ditched me.'

'This was something which I saw by chance. You must be doing this every time we are not together..'

She wiped her tears using the back of her hand, reminding herself that it was not her mistake that she was fooled. The cold wind was making her shiver in her little dress, but she was sure that she'll never go in his house again.

"Khushi?" she heard him calling out for her.

"Khushi. Don't be insane, please. You'll catch cold, baby. Come --" he caught hold of her hand, and made her stand.

"No Arnav" she pushed his hand away from hers, "I will not come with you. Will you just do me a favor to get my bag from your room? I want to go away this very minute."

"Khushi baby" he softly nibbled on her earlobe and picked her up forcefully in his arms.

"Leave me!" she screamed, kicking her legs in the air.

Arnav forcefully carried her to his room, after closing the main door. Throwing her on the bed, he hovered over her, placing an open-mouthed kiss on her neck.

"Don't touch me" she screamed, hitting him with her tiny palms.

"Sorry baby" he pouted before taking her lips in his, "But I loved your seductive surprise."

She didn't knew why her lips formed a smile after having gone through so much.

1. She was overemotional.

2. He was just too cute-slash-hot to be resisted.

They made love for the whole night, Khushi's anger melting by passing seconds.

*

Khushi woke up the next morning, not finding Arnav beside her. She covered herself with the sheets, before getting up to make a coffee for herself.

She found a note for her beside her pillow;

'Good Morning, Love <3 Have to shoot for new video whole day :( Take care of yourself. Ask the maid if you need anything. We'll go to a party together in the evening ;)'

A fresh smile formed on her face, faint red color forming on her cheeks.

*

"Baby I'm sending a car for you. It will get you here to the party" Arnav spoke quickly over phone, making Khushi whimper.

"I thought we'll go together.." she spoke, hesitantly, not sure if Arnav would like it.

"Same thing, Khushi. Don't be dramatic now. The car will reach around 8. Be ready by then" he again spoke quickly before hanging the call.

You got me scattered in pieces

Shining like stars and screaming

Lightening me up like Venus

But then you disappear and make me wait

Baby baby no I can't escape

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Khushi got into the back seat of the car, clad in a sexy red dress, which reached till her thighs. She was not at all happy with how Arnav was behaving with her, as if she doesn't even exist.

The car took her the venue where the party was held, which happened to be one of Arnav's friend's house.

She thought it to be a formal party.

Anyways.

She entered the house after being welcomed by Arnav's friend. She walked to Arnav, who was sitting on a couch with a girl right beside him and a bottle of scotch in his hand.

Feeling uncomfortable, she went and sat beside Arnav's friend, Hridhaan, not finding any other place.

"You're so hot" Hridhaan whispered in her ear, his breath smelling of alcohol, wounding his arm around her waist, making her all the more uncomfortable.

'He doesn't even care' she muttered under her breath, watching him untangle a girl's hair with his fingers.

"I'll just come" Khushi got up quickly to get rid of Hridhaan. The atmosphere was suffocating. It wasn't that she didn't drink alcohol, but the strong peculiar smell was not letting her breath.

She was about to walk out, when someone caught hold of her hand. She closed her eyes and swallowed the lump in her throat. Turning back, she sighed with relief, as she saw Arnav holding her hand and smiling widely at her.

"Come Khushi" he pulled her towards him, making her sit in the small space between him and his friend, Eric.

She was uncomfortable, but composed herself, saying that at least he was with her.

The girl on Arnav's other side got up to get a drink for herself, before Arnav pulled Khushi over his lap, placing a lingering kiss over her lips. His breath too smelled of alcohol, but she was okay with it.

After all, she was in love with him - since one and half years, after he proposed her among the whole audience which had gathered for his road-musical-show.

"Arnav. Can we go home?" Khushi whispered in his ear, leaning over his shoulder and nibbling on his earlobe.

"Why?" he breathed on her lips, wrapping his arm around her petite waist.

"I'm --" she started but stopped as she felt his arm unwrap from her body and hold a girl's face, who leaned over him to kiss.

Khushi closed her eyes in frustration, and slowly got up from his lap, stepping backwards.

She felt humiliated.

So what he's rich? That doesn't mean he can act like a playboy.

Swallowing a lump in her throat, she wiped her newly-formed tears and turned to leave.

"ASR won't you stop your girlfriend?" a girl laughed looking at Khushi's retreating back, making Arnav chuckle too.

Khushi turned to glare at that girl, and then at Arnav, his laugh receding on seeing a tear which rolled down Khushi's cheek. Without wasting a further second there, she left.

The bed's getting cold and you're not here

"Will you be my valentine?" he asked, kneeling down on his one knee, making the audience scream and cheer for him, some of them happy and most jealous.

"Of course" she squealed, taking the rose which he held.

"Who wants me to sing for my girlfriend?" he spoke on mike, facing the audience, receiving another round of screams.

He began with one of his new songs, making Khushi go on cloud nine with immense happiness. She leaned over his face during the vocal break, and kissed him deep on his lips.

He never cared about what would the world think about his so-public love, he just cared about the person he was with. 'She' should feel special.. everything else can be altered.

This is a modern fairytale

No happy endings

She dabbed her eyes again to clear the tears, the special moments flashing in front of her, allowing more tears to form in her eyes.

"Why are you creating a fuss over it Khushi?" he asked, catching hold of her arm roughly.

"Fuss?" she laughed a sarcastic laugh, "Its not fuss Arnav. You were humiliating me!"

"Stop being so dramatic Khushi. Please."

"First you stop being a playboy, Arnav"

"F*ck Khushi. Do you even know the meaning of playboy? They were just my friends.."

She looked at him in complete disbelief, and then mumbled in daze, "What if I slept with my 'friends'?"

"Please stop it Khushi. I'm tired.." he shoved her away, walking unsteadily to his room.

"I'm also tired Arnav.. of being in relationship with a person who doesn't even care about me."

"I don't understand what's wrong with you" he yelled before pinning her against the wall harshly.

She gathered all her strength and pushed him away, giving a tight slap across his cheek.

"I have tolerated enough of your nonsense, Arnav. I cared so much for you, to get such kind of treatment? I thought that you'll come to me, but I expected too much from a person like you. GO. I free you from this relationship. Go and party with your 'friends'. Go and sleep with as many girls you want to to sleep with. Go and f*ck off!" she screamed whatever came in her mouth, feeling just one emotion at the time - anger.

She picked up her bag and left his house, banging the door behind her.

Stopping a cab on the nearby road, she sat in the car.

"Airport" she ordered the taxi driver, and went away.

Arnav close the door properly, and sat on the floor, feeling too lazy to go to his room. Grabbing a bottle from the fridge beside him, he drank, muttering "I still don't care!" and he laughed.

The bed's getting cold and you're not here

The future that we hold is so unclear

When you start to feel ignored by your partner, that is the time when you have to realize that either something is wrong with you, or your relationship has lost its essence.. and the best solution is to let it go..

The heart wants what it wants baby

*Song - The Heart want what it wants - by Selena Gomez ❤️

.. and this was a random idea which came into my mind during my exam :p Sorry if it was crap -_-

Secondly, it is my second OS 😳 So please feel free to tell me that I suck at writing