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3. make him regret.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Red lips, tan skin. He said he loved it, loved me. And soon he had the nerve to cheat on me while saying "I love you".
I looked up at the ceiling to prevent my tears from falling.
I cant let my makeup go dirty now, not for that dickhead.

Get yourself together Aaravi.

It's time for revenge. I'm going to make him regret it. I smiled and grabbed my handbag.

I stepped out of the car.I entered the lift, checking out myself.

And as soon as I entered I saw him waving at me. I smiled and went to him. Sitting on my seat, I smiled at him.

"Hi, I'm Aaravi Kaur. Nice to meet you." I said as I forced a smile.

Vishal smiled, "I know you, you look gorgeous."

This was Vishal Mishra. Handsome, tall, tan and has a nice smile. He had been the darling of the Bollywood industry ever since his debut. Another nepo baby.

"So Aaravi.." he began. And we indulged in another small talk. I hate small talk. Talking about something meaningful for hours, and hours is what I love. Honestly, I should start trying in Bollywood soon, the way I acted as if I was actually interested in his bragging about how he accomplished his new award and his alleged "struggle".

Red flag.

I yawned. His "struggle" was as boring as my highschool history classes, in fact, they would be more interesting than this.

He raised his eyebrow.

"Oh I'm so sorry" I smiled nervously. "I didn't mean to, I-"

Just then we were interrupted by a waiter, he came with our food. Wait, but I didn't even order?

He smiled. "Here" he handed me a plate, and looked at the waiter with a scornful look "Serve!" He spat.

Red flag.

As the waiter served the food, I thought, forget making Ashish regret, I'm regretting coming to this date. Ugh.

After a while, the waiter left, leaving me, him and a glass full of awkwardness.

"Vishal, I didn't order this?" I spoke. "Oh no, you didn't, but this place is famous for its biriyani, you should try it." He said as he stuffed a spoonful of rice into his mouth.

Red flag.

"Oh." I smiled mockingly, but this fool was dumb enough to not notice it.
My spice tolerance is down 5 feet in the ground. It's not like I dont like biriyani. But the aftermath it.

After what it felt like eternity, the finally came to an end and I felt I've just got out of hell.

I walked through the hallway, with Vishal next to me. And as we entered the lift, his demeanour seemed to change.

He stepped closer, "Why don't we.. go to my place hm? Just you and me." He smiled wickedly as he put his hands around my waist.

Red flag.

I stepped back, making distance between us.

"Stay away." I spat.

"Why though? You're hot, I'm hot, the s-" I stopped him right there.

"I don't know what you're thinking of yourself, but until now, this date has been horrible! And if you can't keep it in your pants, you're just proving that you're pathetic." I spat.

And thank GOD the lift finally stopped.

As I got out I was very politely greeted by the paparazzi flashing lights on me and him.

"You filthy bitch" he whispered as we parted ways.

Nevermind.

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"Is a little love too much to ask?" I said as I watched the stars above. Riya and I always loved watching the stars, making up stories and laughing about it later on. Childish I know, but that's just the way I cope with my stress.

"No, but it's hard to find someone loyal in a world of cheaters." She said as she gazed above. "You cant be talking when you're in love with the best guy ever," I pouted as I mentally facepalmed on my fate.

She giggled. "Thanks to you, actually. I wouldnt have the guts to talk to him if it weren't for your advices."

"You're welcome," I said.

I was twenty two when I first met Ashish. Back then I swore I would marry that guy, but here we are, sulking about someone whom I thought would've been the love of my life.

"You know, sometimes God removes dickhead guys for our best" she spoke.

"Oh please, stop with your spiritual stuff. Because I am certain that I'm destined to die single." I said as I rolled myself into a burrito and lied flat on the picnic sheet that Riya had spread.

Picnics at night. Weird as hell but who cares. Plus it's nice to not have camera flashing all around you, for once.

"I guess we never know," she said as I drifted to sleep.