As the week flew by, the night of Olivia Rodrigo's GUTS tour opening finally arrived. The air buzzed with excitement as thousands of fans filled the arena, eagerly waiting for the show to begin.
Shubman and Ishan arrived early, managing to find their VIP seats up front, right next to the stage. The anticipation was thick, and though the arena was filled with noise, Shubman's mind was somewhere else entirely.
"Man, this is gonna be insane!" Ishan said, grinning ear to ear. He was practically bouncing in his seat, already hyped for Olivia's performance, but Shubman felt a mix of emotions churning in his chest.
This wasn't just about seeing a concert for him—it was about seeing Ira. After all these years.
"You good?" Ishan asked, noticing the faraway look in Shubman's eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Shubman replied, but his fingers were fidgeting against his phone, his nerves getting the best of him.
He hadn't seen Ira in years, and now she was opening for one of the biggest artists in the world.
Ishan raised an eyebrow. "Dude, you're sweating. Relax, alright? She's gonna kill it on stage. And, you'll get to see her after all this time. Don't overthink it."
Shubman nodded, trying to focus on the concert, but when the lights in the arena dimmed and the crowd roared in anticipation, his heart pounded in his chest.
The spotlight hit the stage, and that's when he saw her.
Ira stepped onto the stage, and Shubman's breath hitched in his throat.
She was dressed in a black leather corset, hugging her body in all the right places, making her waist look impossibly small. The fitted leather gleamed under the spotlight, showing off the curves that made every eye in the room lock onto her.
Paired with high-waisted, ripped jeans that clung to her hips and accentuated her long legs, she was a vision. Knee-high black boots completed the look, adding an edge to her already fiery presence.
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