The Boy With The Blue Eyes

Chapter-40

Arshi's POV

I landed down in Mumbai a few hours ago. Now I am on my way to Calcutta, which is where I live.

I land down in Calcutta and placed my bags on the security check belt. I walked down to the other end and waited for my laptop bag, which also had my phone, to come out. After quite some time when my bag didnt come out, I walked back up and asked them about it.

"Your laptop bag?" A pot-bellied middle aged man asked me.

"Yes!" I almost screamed. I was on the verge of tearing my hair out.

"We dont know." He replied quite simply.

WHAT.THE.FUCKING.HELL!!

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT KNOW?" I screamed, turning a few heads in my direction.

The man pointed to a small office in a corner of the airport, "Write your complaint there." He smirked. He knew very well my stuff was gone for good. I knew that too. These were regular happenings at the Calcutta airport. Instead of filing a useless complaint, I started pushing my trolley towards the exit, when I caught sight of Abi standing with my brother Abhimanyu.

"Hey!" I said, giving them a weak smile. Worry flashed through their eyes when they saw my condition. Abhi took my bags, guiding us towards the car. They were the only two people who knew about Niall.

"He was a jerk." Abhi shouted suddenly, "Nobody does that to my sister. I am going to bash his head in." Abi put a comforting hand on his shoulder, a look passing between them. I had had enough. I decided to change the topic. "Whatever." I said, though it hurt more than words could describe, "You two are dating, arnt you?" I saw Abhi stiffen and Abi blushed a bright red, "How did you.....?" She started. I shrugged, "I just did."

The rest of the ride was quiet. I was staring out of the window, looking at the familiar Calcutta landscape passing by, when suddenly it hit me. Niall had no way of contacting me anymore. I had just lost my phone and in a fit of rage, I had deleted my Twitter and Skype accounts, while I was still in London. I didnt have the courage to open new ones. I was scared of what I would see. More hurt. More pain. He had no way of contacting me, if he even wanted to.My life with Niall was as good as over. But then, was'nt it already? Then why was my heart telling me something else? A phrase I had read somewhere flashed through my mind,

"If all's not well in the end, then it isnt the end."

My stomach squirmed.

[A/N: Okay so like I gotta tell you all something.

A few days back, I wrote ONE DIRECTION on the board of my class and I thought somebody would rub it out, as always but, nobody did. So today when I went to collect my report card, with my mom, IT WAS STILL THERE. One Direction, in big letters, across the board. My friend's parents were looking at it weirdly and mom was glaring at me. And when our turn came, my teacher's like, your daughter's done it. She knew because I am the only Directioner in my class. And I was like soo red. It was embarrassing but then thats what those five perverts do to me. YOLO!! XD

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