✦ SHREE'S POV  ✦

What a ruthless weather it is. My eyes kept following those air hostesses moving from one end of this ridiculous plane to the other.
How could she do this to me?
That was the only question echoing in my head.

My heart was thudding so loud, I thought it might burst out of my chest.

After twelve long years, I was finally returning to India.
Born in New York, raised in the heart of the Roy family. Rich, proud, untouched. Fierce in love. Fierce in life.
My father's business was rooted in New York... But my soul? My homeland... was always India.

It was the business class. Something I've sat many times in childhood but never in teenage. Or maybe I should just say... I haven't been on a flight in twelve years. I hate the sky today. Why is it rumbling so loud? After all this time, when I finally decide to travel... this is what fate serves me?

"Passengers, please be on your seats. Due to bad weather, the flight is experiencing turbulence. Kindly stay calm and remain seated."

Oh. So that's it? That's all the head hostess had to say to calm a heart that's about to explode?
Just that?

I guess my face had gone pale, and my body was shivering in sheer fear. That must be why the passenger beside me leaned in and asked, "Are you alright, miss?"

My heart thudded louder at the sound of his voice so deep, velvet, unbothered. I glanced at him sideways. White shirt. Black long overcoat. A branded wristwatch, shoes polished to perfection... and a stare that pulled something inside me without permission.

Seeing my hesitation, he asked again, "Miss? Any trouble? Should I call the staff?"

Finally, my voice crawled up from my dry throat. "No... It's okay, mister. I'm... I'm alright."

Lies. I wasn't alright. I was all wrong.
This place, this weather, this cursed situation, everything was wrong.
Sitting next to this hot stranger, locked midair in a turbulent sky, with no rescue in sight... I felt outnumbered by fate.

Suddenly, he spoke again. "You're feeling cold?"

I nodded yes. Then no. I didn't even know what my body was doing anymore. I didn't have the courage to look him in the eye.

He grinned. Slowly. So slowly that my heart skipped with every curve of his lips. He removed his overcoat, handed it to me, and gave a soft nod. "Here. Take this."

Finally, I looked at him.

HELL. NO.
He was... hot. No... unfairly sexy.
My breath came out in small, scattered breaks.
His eyes—mischievous hazel, laced with danger.
And that grin... soft, smug, sinful... sitting perfectly on those rosy lips that looked like they were pleading to be devoured.

What is wrong with me?! I've never thought of anyone this way. So why now? Why him?

I took the coat from his hand and wrapped it around myself. His scent hit me. Strong, masculine cologne, tingling every nerve of mine.  I buried my body inside it and murmured,
"Thank you, sir."

He didn't say a word. Just gave me one last look... and then turned his eyes away.

✦ AAHIR'S POV ✦

I've never known myself in these thirty years of life to be this... gentle with someone.
Someone like her. This lady beside me on a turbulent flight to hell.

She looked so timid. So damn gorgeous.
So... tempting, that my heart pounded at first sight the moment I stepped into this aircraft.

And my damn luck. She was seated right next to me. Now wrapped in my overcoat, covered from top to bottom like a fragile secret.

She looked nervous. Shivering like a man left out in snow. Phobia, maybe?

Being a doctor, it's easy to guess things like this. The way her eyes hesitated to meet mine... told more than her words ever could.

She sat at the window seat, and closed the shutter the moment the clouds turned wild.
Flight phobia?
No. She was fine during take-off.
Fear of heights? No, she was vibing to her playlist when we reached 3000 feet.

Then... what?

I looked at her again. She was asleep. Maybe exhausted from the long-haul journey from New York to India.

The rumble shook us again. I glanced at the window. Thunder growled louder this time.

And then, I felt it.

A palm wrapped over my wrist.
Firm. Desperate. Like she didn't want to lose something... like she didn't want to lose herself.
Even in her slumber, she held me like I was an anchor in her storm.

I tapped her hand. A silent assurance.
You're safe.

She didn't wake up. Instead, five minutes in her fingers had entwined with mine.
Unconsciously. Soft. Steady.

And my body... heated.

What the actual hell is happening to me?

I just had sex with a smoking hot brunette two hours ago. Didn't even care to remember her name. I've never gotten this tempted by any woman in my life.
Not during wild orgies, not with the models that climb my bed like blessings, not even when I was high on adrenaline and naked skin.

But this girl?

Asleep beside me. Fingers twisted in mine like a fragile promise. She's a different damn story altogether.

What power does she hold to set me on fire with just a brush of her fingers?

I shut my eyes, forcing my head to rest against the seat. Trying to calm the fire beneath my skin... before I lose it. Before I pull that messy hair of hers and fuck her mouth right here, right now.

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