ArShi OS :: Finding The Missing Piece Of His Heart!

Finding The Missing Piece Of His Heart!

Those eyes!

He moved to her neck, her sweet feminine smell intoxicating him like always and bringing the animal in him to life. Her soft palms pressed against his cold sweaty back, and all he wanted to do was absorb her. He moved down from her neck, drawing a soft moan from her. Her sweet, coy response always prevails a peace in his heart. Those beautiful sparkling eyes again flashed in front of his closed eyelids, stirring everything in him to life.

"Arnav ji..." she moaned, sending his mind berserk. He took a perfect breast in his mouth, making her nails dig in his shoulder and shudder in pleasure. He loved every inch of her body, as if knowing every part of her body would help him solve the mystery she has became for him.

"Arnav ji..." she moaned in pure ecstasy as he pulled her in his magical world like every night, like a vast ocean finding its shore at her, and then going back to being the stranger again.

His mouth again moved to her neck. "Don't. ." he whispered against her neck. "Don't speak. ..." his mouth now rested on her, drinking her sweet nectar. "Don't speak. . Your voice...your eyes. ...it reminds me of someone ...someone I can't seem to remember" his mouth left a burning trail down her neck and settled on her breast, making her back arch. His hands moved down her thigh, his long fingers exploring her intimately, sending waves after waves of pleasure. As it became painfully impossible to hold back, he came completely over her, burying himself inside her and finding home. Driven to madness by her sleek feel around him, he began the age old dance of mating, not only blending their body, but also their soul.

With a loud groan filling the dark room, he fell on her, her hands instantly coming around his shoulder like always, holding him close to her heart. And like every night from the past 3 months, the last thing he remembered before giving into oblivion was her loving fingers running in his damp hair and her musical heartbeat against his ear.

Arnav finished reading the last page of his file and closed it with a sigh. Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes. And then all he can see was those eyes. Eyes which talk millions, but still never grants the answer to his question. Those eyes look into his as if knowing every damn thing about him, but still he can't figure a thing about those eyes. Why? Why those eyes have become a mystery for him?He was forced into this marriage, he never wanted this marriage. And he remembers this until they are alone in the confines of his room. He wants to stay away from her, get away from that mysteriously alluring girl. But as soon as he looks into her eyes, it breaks all his defenses and pulls him in. Then all wants to do is touch her, love her, worship her, engraving her soulful eyes on his mind, heart and soul.

He opened his eyes, his heartbeat irregular. Why she allows him to have his way with her, when all day he treats her like some stranger? Why she always him to take solace in her arms when he cruelly refuses the love her beautiful eyes offer him? She has become a mystery of his life, a mystery he can't seem to solve.

A knock resounded in his cabin, dragging him back from his thoughts.

"Come in"

Aman, his PA , entered inside the cabin. "Sir, its 6pm, aren't you leaving for home?"

Arnav nodded. " Yes, I am" he stood up, collecting his bag and coat. Giving a invisible nod to Aman's 'good night' , he made his way out of his cabin.

Arnav entered his Manson, an unknown sadness settling on his heart right away. Frowning at the unusual feeling, he entered the hall and was about to call for HP when suddenly a figure stood before him.

"Chhote?"

"Di? You here?"

"Yes" Anjali, his elder sister smiled at him and coiled her hand around his arm. "I am here "

"You didn't tell me you are going to come"

Anjali nodded. " Ya ya I know. .but that's because your wife called me this afternoon, asking me to come here and take care of you as she is going to Lucknow. ..Actually its her. ..."

The small smile which had appeared at seeing his sister, vanished from his lips instantly. She is gone. He didn't heard anything after that. She is gone, he can feel it. An unknown dread filled his heart. Has she given up on him? Why would she want to live with a man who only knows how to love her body, not her? He took the stairs, his hand tightening at the banister, supporting his trembling leg.

Arnav entered his room for only the pain in his heart to grow tenfold. She is gone. She is not here. He sat on the bed, on her side and buried his face in his palm. Why he can't bring himself to talk to her? Why can't he bring himself to tell her that she is not only her bedmate, she is much more than that. But what? He don't know what she is to him. He is unable to name the feeling he has for her.

And as if answer to all his questions, a book fell from top of the cupboard.


Arnav lifted his head, following the voice. Getting up from the bed, he walked towards the fallen book and picked it.


As soon as he opened the book, a rose fell down. Bending down, he picked the withered rose. The color had faded, leaving it light maroon. He caressed its velvety texture. Corner of his lips lifted into a smile. This rose always finds its way to him whenever he feels he has lost everything. Bringing the rose close to his lips, he kissed it, remembering the beautiful owner of this rose. And all he can remember was the beautiful hazel smiling at him, assuring him. And like a strong wave it hit him. His eyes jerked open. "Khush" His misted eyes looked at the rose in his hand. "She is Khush" and just like always, the rose has pulled him out of his misery and given answer to all his questions.

Taking hold of his car keys, he made a dash.

"Chhote! Chhote, where are you going?"

"Di, Khush.."

"Khushi? Her flight is at 11 pm, Chhote, it's already 8..." But before she can say whatever she has, he was already out of the house.

"Hi...Hello"

Arnav felt that he heard that voice all again. He felt like he was 15 year old again, who sat in his room, away from everyone, trying to buy some relief to his pain.

"Clear the road, Dammitt!!!" he banged his fist on the horn, but the traffic didn't budge. Frustrated he closed his eyes and leaned back.

"Aap Arnav hain na?"

(You are Arnav, no?)

Arnav swallowed. That little girl had entered his room, looking for him. And he had lifted his head to look at her, forgetting the hollowness around him for a moment.

A loud horn pulled him back to present. Not waiting for another second, he started his car. She remembered him, she remembered him all long. Then why can't he? He clenched his jaw.

"Hume aapke Amma Babuji ke baare me jaan kar dhuk hua"

("I am really sorry for your loss")

She had looked straight into his misted eyes, and for the first time he had felt that someone really understood his pain.

"Aap dhuki mat hoeye. Humare Amma Babuji bhi chale gaye the, par unhone humare liye doosre Amma Babuji bheje hai. Hume vishwaas hai ki aapke liye bhi aapke Amma Babuji kisina kisi ko zaroor bhejenge"

("Don't be sad. My parents are gone too, but they have sent another parents for me. I am sure your parents too will send someone for you.")

And then she had smiled at him, the smile which had forced him to believe her every word.

Arnav jumped off his car and ran inside the airport.

"Hum aap ke liye kuch laye hain"

("I brought something for you")

Her melodious voice rang in his head, his eyes stinging with hot tears. How can he not remember her? She was so close to him, and still he can't. She has once again walked in his life, trying to take away his every worry, and all he did was push her away. He don't want to lose her. He cannot afford to.

" Ye aap ke liye, humare garden ka rose hai. Ye aapki hamesha madat karega, sambhal ke rakhna. Theek hai?"

(This is for you, its from my garden. It will always help you. Keep it safe, OK? )

I have! I have, Khush! His insides screamed. His desperate eyes looking for her in the crowd.

"Khush! Khush beta , kaha ho? Chalo ghar wapas chalna hai"

(Khush? Khush beta, where are you? We have to leave.")

And then she had smiled her goodbye smile at him, the most heartwarming smile he had ever seen and had waved at him, walking out.

He ran his trembling hand in his thick hair. Not this time. She can't walk away this time. He will not allow her.

"Arnav ji...?"

His breath stopped for a second. His lips trembled into a smile. He turned to look straight into her loving hazel. And he was once again transported to the past. There stood a little girl, clad in a white frock reaching till her knees. Her silky brown hair playing with her chubby cheeks, lips stretched into a beautiful smile, and eyes-- the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Arnav ji?" Khushi shook him by his shoulder.

Arnav looked down at her with a smile. "Khush...? ...I have your rose safe with me" he said, and saw her eyes widen little and then shone with that beautiful shade he loves so much.

" Aap.." She smiled. " You remember, don't you? You do right?" She threw herself in his welcoming arms.

Arnav nodded, crushing her into him. "I do. ..I do , Khush...I do"

"I..I searched for that rose everywhere in your house. .everywhere Arnav ji.." She sobbed in his neck. " Par. .par hame kahi bhi nahi mila...I thought our first meet meant nothing to you... I was hurt, so hurt...because ourfirst meet means so much to me...so much, Arnav ji.."

" I can never forget the little girl who entered my room, wanting to share my pain, understanding my pain...Never, Khush.. I am sorry. .sorry. .so sorry for not recognizing you. ." He showered her face with desperate kisses.

Khushi giggled through her tears, savoring his every kiss.

He cupped her face and made her look into his eyes. "Were you leaving me, Khush?"

Khushi shook her head. "No...I can never do that.. ..It's not possible to live without you. ..It's my cousin's wedding tomorrow, I am going to attend that. I didn't wanted to, but Amma said my cousin will feel bad, so I had to go"

"Would your cousin feel bad if I accompany you?"

Khushi smiled, shaking her head. " No...she will not"

"Thank God" he tucked a strand behind her ear and bent down to rest his lips against her soft petals, not caring about the people around him. Now all he cared about was the girl in his arms. Finally the mystery is solved and he found the missing piece of his heart.

Hi guys! This was the OS I had written for 4th IPK anniversary OS contest! Hope you all like it!

And would like to thank everyone who voted for my OS and also left beautiful comments :)