Aashna's pov:

I was waiting for my dad to pick me up and take me to Jaipur, to home. I just can't wait more. Dad told me that he had seen some traffic on his GPS but I thought it would be over soon.

I was proceeding to walk out of the airport with all my luggage and my stack of reasearch in my other as I was reading and studying in the plane. I was trying to call my dad but he wasn't picking up so I had my phone hatched between my shoulder and my ear as none of my hands was free.

I wasn't looking forward but sure I was walking straight.

Suddenly, someone with very muscular shoulders bumped into me hard that made my phone slip from my shoulder and my stack of papers fall to the airport tile.

I was about to fall so I quickly regained my balance and looked back at the khamba who bumped into me and did a dramatic hair flip while looking back to make it look less embarrassing. I looked up.

Two pair of strong eyes behind the shades.

Short cut hair.

A manly nose.

Cute lips.

And god! A jawline so sharp it could slice my finger if I dare to touch.

I made a glaring face so it wouldn't look like I'm impressed with his looks.

I opened my mouth to say something but just huffed out a sorry and quickly bent to pick up my stuff.

He quickly removed his shades and started helping me to pick up my stuff.

"No I'm sorry, I should've given you space." He apologised. His voice was not very deep but sure was manly, he had a prominient Adam's apple.

"No, no, I'm sorry, actually I wasn't looking." I quickly said.

"It's alright, you don't need to help me, thank you." I said.

"Oh no please, I insist since it's my fault that they fell, I'm sorry." He smiled.

He has a cute smile. And do I see dimples? I mean....I have dimples but his are deeper than mine. I smiled too.

We both stood up and I stepped one step back since we had gotten close while picking my papers.

I adjusted my file and he must've noticed the topic 'UNICEF' written on it, he asked, "You work for UNICEF?"

"No I don't, yet, but sure, I'm going to, I mean I've witten like 5000 pages of research for them so...I think it's gonna work out." I rambled quickly on but then I shut up and muttered a quiet 'sorry' which he apparently didn't notice.

I felt my phone ringing, it was dad, he must've arrived!

I picked up and heard a lot of honking abd noise in the background.

"Hello, papa?" I said.

"Hello, shona, mujhe abhi shayad 2 ghante aur lag jayenge me Delhi me hi hu pr yahan bohot traffic h, me jam me fasa hua hu." He explained and I widened my eyes.

"What?! Papa me 2 ghante kya karungi, I'm at the airport already!!" I started to get anxiety...omg. This is not nice when a good looking man is standing in front of me.

"Beta me kya karun? Ab wait toh karna hi padega na." He said with regret.

"Koi baat nhi, aap aaram se aao, me dekh lungi. Drive safe." I said and took a deep breath.

"Chal theek he milte he thodi der me."
He said and hung up.

"Is everything...ok?" The man asked.

"Yeah...It's just...my dad will come after 2 hours, yk delhi traffic." I told him.

He looked at his watch.

"Would you like to spend these two hours with me?" He asked with expecting eyebrows.

Strange, I don't even know him, how could I say yes? But those eyes, how could I say no? Plus time pass to ho hi jayega!

"Umm...I don't even know your name." I said.

"Let's find out shall we? He said smiling.

"Ok! Let's go." I said and we moved to the cafe inside the airport.

"How did you reach her btw? Didn't you find traffic in the way?" I asked.

"I actually, came to Delhi by a domestic flight, I live in Chandigarh." He told me as we settled into a table.

I smelled deeply, the smell of cupcakes, burgers, coffee, omg!! I'm starving.

"I am starving!!" I told him.

He widened his eyes a little, probably at the way I said it like a hungry beast. But chuckled and asked.

"What do you want? It's on me, before you say something, I insist, take it as an apology for colliding with you."
He said quickly and I started to protest. But I think I should just let it be.

"Ok fine, so I want....a chicken burger, fries,a croissant and a caramel iced latte.... is it too much?" I asked afraid if he would think like that, but he had an amused look on his face.

"No it's totally fine. I don't mind. You got it." He said and got up to bring my order, what a gent!

He came back with a huge tray and kept it in front of me.

My mouth watered at the smell of food. It just makes me so happy, the fooood!

He sat and took out his portion and i started to enjoy the food, but then I remembered, "Oh, I'm so sorry I just forgot to thank you, so thank you...stranger!" I said with a smily face.

"My name is Shubman." He said with a smile.

"Hello Shubman...?" I said, I hope it's the correct pronunciation.

"Gill. Shubman Gill. And you're the first person to take my name correctly.

"Wow, thanks! I'm Aashna, Chahar, Aashna Singh Chahar." I said.

"Aashna, nice name!" He said.

"Iska kya matlab he?" He asked.

"Iska meaning he....love,..um....someone who you love,....aur...like beloved, i mean tum samajh gye na?" I said.

"I'm from Chandigarh, Punjab." He said.

"So you're Punjabi?" I asked.

"Haan, yeah, I'm Punjabi." He said and straightened up.

"I'm jaat." I said and also straightened up.

"From Haryana?" He asked

"No, from Jaipur, Rajasthan." I said.

"So what do you do?" I asked.

"I work for ICT." He said leaving me so confused.

"Um...nice but...what is this ICT, I've heard of such a thing." I said blushing.

"It means the Indian cricket team, I work for them." He said.

"Oh....actually I have literally no interest in cricket, I mean it's so boring sometimes like how can someone sit in front of the TV for 5 hrs straight and watch a match like I swear I've never watched a match in my life." I said and added a 'so sorry'.

"No, it's ok actually, I love cricket, it's my life btw but it's alright, I mean sabki apni thinking, opinion hota h..so....yeah!." He said...thankgod he isn't pissed.

"What do you do?" He asked.

"Right now I'm studying but soon I'll be working in UNICEF, it's like....my dream from so long!" I said. Lie. It wasn't exactly my dream, my dream was to do something creative, like journalism or singing or designing but my parents wanted me to join UNICEF.

"Nice to know you're gonna live your dream." He said.

We talked about animals, about workout, about movies, about a lot of things till my phone rang again and my dad told me that he had arrived.

As soon as I heard this, I jumped from my seat and ran with my stuff with a quick bye to the Shubman Gill guy from Chandigarh who likes to watck old SRK and likes black and red and butter chicken.

I met my dad just outside the gate and hugged him, we loaded my stuff in the car and we went home.

I couldn't stop thinking about the Shubman guy, kuchh bhi ho, smart to tha hi. Koi nhi, wese bhi galti se mila tha, aur ab agli baar milega bhi ye bhi nhi pta, of course it's a small world but not that small. And not like he's the only boy in the world left for me. I'm looking and I'll find anyone like him, or ever better.

Tujh jese chattis firte he meri wargi aur na honi we. Idk why I sang that in my head, it's a Punjabi song, Shubman is also Punjabi, omg stop thinking about him.

I reached home and found all my khandan over there, my mom,my dadaji and ammaji, my both mamas and mamis, my cousins, Aarya, my chhoti bua, fufaji and my younger cousin brother.

In the chitter chatter, I forgot all about Shubman, there's just no need to mention a not-so-important guy and give a reason to my sisters to tease me.

Third pov:

Shubman had never seen someone so beautiful, so attractive, he could've avoided the bump, but looking at her was just like a magnet attracting him towards her, he deliberately bumped into the girl, he was never one to believe in love at first sight, but it had happened to him now.

He had known multiple girls his whole life, girls who were ready to throw themselves at his feet, dated many pretty girls, even prettier than her, not to say she wasn't pretty, but she was her own kind of pretty.

Her messy hair.

Her slim womanly curves.

The way her hips moved when she walked.

Her dimples.

Her plump full lips.

Her cute little nose.

And god, those big brown doe eyes when she glared at him just made him wanna take her home.

He didn't know the girl, not her name, not her attitude, caste, religion, ethnicity, but he knew that there was some connection, maybe they were soulmates, twin flames? He didn't know.

And when she had 2 hours to spare, he didn't leave the chance, he hit a sixer, off field, and asked her to spend time with him.

The girl had got careful and nervous multiple times while talking to him, saying sorry multiple times, she had some trauma, a story to her life, that she kept inside, he wanted to know, know it all, and he would.

But she had left without a number, Shubman, in the 12 hr flight to Australia, just hoped and prayed that they would meet again, kept thinking about her, maybe even had a dream or two he thought.

But Aashna was just not thinking about Shubman.

But little did she know that her entire life was about to be tinted in the colours of their love.

She didn't even suspect the meeting.

She thought that the meeting was an accident, they met by mistake and will never meet again.

But little did she know.

Two souls did not meet by accident.

They meet if they're meant to meet, to be together.

And when it's meant to be, the universe struggles, fights for those souls to be together.

AUTHOR'S RANT:alright so here's another chapter, and please tell me uf you like it, and vote and....whatever you gotta do...anyways, where do you think they will meet again? I'm not doing Shubman pov because I don't know how he thinks so I'm just doing 3rd pov and aashna's pov which is basically my pov. Bye bye!!
See ya with a next chappie.