Arshi's POV
"Wow!" I breathed. I had never seen this place before. It was beautiful. It took my mind back, almost a year, to our first date. Niall entwined his fingers with mine, "C'mon!" He said, pulling me along. We were far away from Calcutta, in this beautiful meadow. The golden sun smiled down softly on the expanse of green, a light breeze ruffling the leaves. Niall led me under the shade of a lovely old tree, with its branches spreading out like a canopy. It stood right next to the huge lake, the ground underneath speckled with golden spots of sunshine. It was unreal, straight out of a fairy tale. A picnic lunch was laid out under the tree and Niall pulled me down. I smiled.
"Like it?" He whispered, blue eyes shining. I shook my head, "No. I loved it." Niall laughed. That lovely deep- throated laugh if his I had missed so much, "I missed you." He said. "Me too." I answered. The rest of the afternoon was spent in total bliss. I wanted it to remain like this forever, sitting with my back to tree, Niall's head on my lap, as I absently ran a hand through his hair. He held my other hand, and softly traced circles on the back, "You know I love you, right?" He asked. I grinned, "Of course!"
"Then I have something to show you." He got up, pulling me along with him. He took me out to the centre of the field. We stood with our backs to sun and suddenly, his hand went clammy and cold. Confused, I looked towards him but he was staring at the cloudless blue smile, a smile snaking its way on those perfect lips. I followed his gaze and gasped. A hand flew up to my mouth, eyes wide. There, high up above, a plane had formed words. My eyes were glued, heart thumping hard in my chest. I looked towards Niall and he was grinning, "Will you?" He asked.
I nodded, "Ofcourse I will." His eyes were shining with happiness as he took out a small, black box from his jacket. It contained the most beautiful ring, I had ever laid my eyes on. "Then I am yours. Forever." He whispered as he slid the ring onto my finger. My heart bursting with happiness, I glanced at the words in the sky, before pressing my lips onto his. WILL YOU MARRY ME, was lettered high up above.
[A/N: Hope you like it! Its been my dream to be proposed this way, the words written out on the sky :P]
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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...
