Name: Arush mehra (aka siddharth nigam)
Age: 21
A smart looking boy...tall almost fair complexion lives in mumbai

(Pov arush)
I was getting late to board my flight for new work, all because of my maid, she never keeps the things right. Ah~ see she has kept my wallet and handkerchief on the fridge top. I am exhausted even the breakfast is not ready. Not again, my laptop she has not put my laptop on charge, what to do now..i think i have to walk off from this total sh*t .

Arush, he is guitarist and was heading for his next McCarthyism concert in new York. He works as an employ still playing guitar and performing concert is his passion.

(pov arush)

I am very much excited, don't know why..but i think something good will happen. Right now i am in taxi..ohhhh!! This f**king traffic jam. Two things in India can't never change, Mumbai's famous traffic jam and photo of Gandhi Bapu on currency, even the driver is so f**king slow. I wonder if i don't reach on time... I will miss my flight.
Identity cards, passport, tickets, all checked...well there...ummm....ummm...sorry oh!! Really sorry!! I don't want to bump on you sorry ma'am.

"Oh! No its fine" she went away. Let me describe her, no she was beyond my describing. My checking was over but my flight has not yet boarded. I was sitting at the airport "dumb" thanks to my maid. Can't even charge my laptop. 'Can i sit here?' again that girl. Ya sure make yourself comfortable. I apologised for my last time behavior.
I wanted to talk to her but not like a stranger at least. So were are you going? 'New york' she replied softly, oh! Me too. She was staring at my face as if i had asked for her kidneys!! ....suddenly she burst into a statement...

"Areeeehhhh.....are you Arush mehra if i m not wrong".

"ya i am i think so" i replied astoundingly. I didn't introduced my self, but i am a guitarist and was having my next McCarthyism concert at new york., she caught me!

Soon we started gossiping...in very less time she became very close to my heart. Her name was Mehak and coincidentally our seats were together. She was tall girl, fair complexion. She was like bright eyes with busty tail. Her hair strands make me feel aroused for a moment but i thought it was too fast. Like all other fans she handed me her cell no. My band members were outside the new york airport and soon she was disappeared in the crowd. After two - three weeks my concert was over and i got no sign of Mehak....BACK TO MUMBAI