[A/N: Today is a Black Saturday. A 23 year old girl was brutually raped in New Delhi,India on 16 December 2012. She had severe internal injuries & her intestines were torn. She passed away today. I am crying while writing this. Rest In Peace. We will fight your fight. You are a survivour.]
Arshi's POV
"Uh...no..its fine."
"Please?"
"Really. Its okay."
"I insist. Let me buy you dinner. I will anyways be eating alone. Please?"
Oh! What the hell! I thought. "Umm..okay then."
He smiled & his eyes lit up. "Come on in!" He said as he pushed the door open.
"Order. Anything."
"Uh...just a peri peri chicken with medium sauce."
He stared, "Thats my favourite too."
I coudnt help but smile.
I feel all warm & oozy. I feel nice.
"Lets sit there." He said as he pulled me to a corner seat.
A jolt of electricity bolted through my body at his touch.
"So..you come here often?" He said taking a bite.
"Not really. Sometimes. What about you?"
"Me? I love this place. Its like my second home."
I chuckled & he chuckled at my chuckle.
"Seems like you really like the food here."
"I like the food everywhere. I can finish off a plate in seconds." He said proudly.
"Bet you cant. You are just showing off. I can eat faster than anybody I know." I played along.
"Challenge accepted!"
*5 minutes later*
" I win!" I looked up & saw he really had finished the whole thing up in record time.
"Left you speechless, didnt I?"
I nodded, mouth open.
"Okay! Okay! You win!"
"I know!"
We stepped out laughing. I noticed it was snowing. Great! & all I have is my jacket.
"Here! Take this!" he said offering me his hoodie & his scarf.
"No! No! I am all right!"
"C'mon now!"
"No really! I dont need it! I live like ten minutes from here!"
"Fine but then let me walk you home!"
"But..."
He titled his head & raised his eyebrows, " Please?"
"Oh...okay!" I said giving in.
Was this a dream? Walking along the street with this beautiful boy with the snow floating down. If it is I never want it to end.
But it did.
"Here we are." I said, stopping in front of my apartment block.
He looked dissappointed.
"See you later?"
I nodded smiling. We just stood there for what seemed like forever.
Leaning closer & closer....
& then my phone beeped.
"Uh...I have to go." I said turning.
"Yeah! Sure!" He said, the same dissappointed look coming back.
"By the way, I am Niall!"
"I am Arshi!" I called back, smiling & shutting the door.
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The Boy With The Blue Eyes
FanfictionArshi: Indian. Brown eyed.Nursing a broken heart. Niall: Irish. Blue eyed. Searching for his princess. They met on a sixteen hour flight from Mumbai to London. No words are exchanged. Will they ever meet again? Is Niall the one for Arshi? Is Arshi N...
