Arshi's POV
I stepped into the massive arena and made my way backstage. The place was filled with activity. Sound checks, light checks, decorations and the costumes. Various errands came my way, shifting and carrying stuff, just like I had been doing for the past week. I liked it, it kept my mind off other stuff and tired me out, so I spentmy nights in deep, dreamless sleep and not in dreams haunted by a certain person. Today was the big day, the band which was to be performing was supposed to arrive today. All the work had not even left me with time to know which band it was. But did I even care?
Niall's POV
Almost there. The plane had just landed and we were making our way out of the spanking new Calcutta airport. We were greeted with screams and shouts. I smiled, and signed a few cds and took a few photos before we were escorted to our car. We would visit the arena in the evening. The unfamiliar Calcutta landscape passed me by but my thoughts were only a certain dark eyed girl who lived here. I would not leave this city until I found her.
Arshi's POV
Its almost evening. The band should arrive here any moment. Almost everybody was at the gates, waiting. I made my way down there too, when the manager stopped me. She held several large balloons.
"Tie them up, will you?" She pleaded.
I sighed and nodded, "Sure." I said, taking the balloons. I was making my way back up when I heard, several shouts. They must have arrived I thought. Almost fifteen minutes later, I reached the spot where I was supposed to tie the balloons up. I bent down and was was almost done when I heard something, that made me forget how to breathe.
"Arshi?" I heard a voice call out. A very familiar voice. A voice with an Irish accent.
[A/N: I have like the best readers on the planet. Seriously. I love you all so much. Thank you for reading. Thank you for the support. Il enter the awards but it does'nt matter whether I win or not. People thought the story is worthy of entering and that is an award in itself. However do:
VOTE
COMMENT
SHARE
LOTS OF LOVE :) Xx]
YOU ARE READING
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...
