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He looked at his watch and sighed. Still four hours to go before the plane landed in New York. He was surely going to burry himself in his king sized bed back home for atleast a week, trying to shake off his jet lag. He plugged his earphones in his ears and drowned himself in the hard rock music, closing his eyes while he threw his head back on the seat, shutting himself away from the rest of the happenings - that ammounted to none - on the plane.
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'Excuse me sir', she said, putting on her fake smile for the hundreth time that day.
The worst thing about being an air-hostess, she sighed.
She rolled her eyes when the man did nothing to show he had heard her. She once again put on her fake smile and repeated.
'Excuse me sir'.
Once again, no response. Zoya wanted to kick him where it hurt the most. Fine she was an air-hostess who was paid a good deal but she didn't have the whole day. If one calls her, then one should keep their eyes open for when she arrived. She placed her hand on the man's shoulder, her mind wanting to shake him till every nerve in his body begged her to stop. But she knew she couldn't no matter how much she wanted, so she simply shook him, gently.
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It was not that he had not heard a lady's voice calling him amidst the loud rock music he had been listening. He just ignored thinking she would go away. But when were these air-hostess ever that considering?
When the lady shook him, he just had to open his eyes and look at her, even if it was purely to prove he did not have congenital analgesia. But one look at the woman who had been bending in order to bring her face on his level, and he did not regret doing so.
He had seen many beautiful air-hostesses before, but this was one betwitching. She had the most beautiful honey-brown eyes, her imperfect but feminine button nose, and her full, sensous lips smudged with the most sexy red lipstick he had ever seen. And he being the son of one of the biggest Indrustialist in India, who had ladies pouring themselves at him, had surely seen many.
'Yes, beautiful?', he asked playfully.
Zoya literally had to glue her eyes mentally in her sockets to avoid rolling them. Probably one of those rich brats back in India, she thought. But he was devishly handsome, she could not deny. Neither could she the fact that she had noticed his dark brown eyes, his sexy jawline and his torturous-to-the-senses cologne.
'You pressed the call button?', she asked, her fake smile plastered on her face.
'Did I?', Asad asked casually, with a lop-sided smirk, resting his arm around the seat next to him, causing the old lady next to him, to shake her head.
'Well yes sir', Zoya replied, losing every ounce of patience she had in her. 'Do you need something, sir?'
'Well I didn't earlier, but on second thought, I would like to take you out someday', Asad said not being the man who would bottle up what they and when they felt, for long.
Zoya was appalled. What a spoilt creature, she thought. But when she took her job as an air-hostess who had to roam around the plane during the entire flight wearing a neckline this low and a skirt that barely reached her knee, she had an idea. Damn you, the outfit designer, she thought.
She straightened herself, disgusted by the fact that the man was openly viewing her cleavage for longer than necessary.
'Sir, if you really need anything I can indeed help you with, I will be glad to help', she said flashing yet another fake smile at him before she made her way back to the aircraft crew rest area, cursing the very handsome man under her breath.
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'He was a prick', Zoya said waving her hand, dismissing what her friend was saying.
'Oh come on, Zoe', Andriana said. 'We have been working on these planes since freakin' three years! We have not seen a man nearly as handsome as him before!'.
'Shutup, Andy', Zoya said chuckling her friend's ways. 'Time for lunch, yay. We get to serve some stupid people, yay', Zoya said rolling her eyes, faking excitement, this time Andriana's turn to chuckle.
Andriana exited with her trolly full of food towards the passengers area, taking a deep breath in before plastering her fake smile.
Zoya too busied herself, preparing her trolly when she felt someone's hand on her shoulder making her turn around, her eyes widening as if they were in a competition with saucers.
'You? What are you doing here?', Zoya exlclaimed at the same man she had had an encounter with earlier.
Asad chuckled seeing her reaction.
'Where's your smile, pretty thing?', he asked flirtatiously.
Zoya quickly smiled an extremely fake smile, making Asad chuckle once again.
'You know I know you hate me, quit the smile', Asad said faking sadness.
Zoya removed the smile from her face and sighed.
'Look, you are not supposed to be here, Mr., please go back on your seat', Zoya said pointing towards the passenger area.
She had to make him go. His presence did weird things to her. He smelled so good, he looked so good, she could just pounce on him. But she knew she couldn't and that it would totally be wrong, so she needed to stay away from him.
Asad walked in closer towards her, in slow and measured steps, trapping her between himself and the trolly.
'Look sir, this is not right', Zoya said, her breathing turning shallow.
'Asad. Call me Asad', Asad whispered close to her ear, leaving barely any space between their bodies.
'Zoya', she whispered back.
Zoya's hands instinctively reached his chest, her mind screaming to push him away somewhere in the back of her head, while she slowly felt herself drowning in his cologne and his manly rock hard chest beneath her hands, not to mention his breath that now fanned her face.
'This is so scandalous', Zoya whispered, before she wrapped her arms around Asad's neck, bringing his face closer.
'Not to forget a great story to tell our kids maybe', Asad whispered grinning before claiming her lips in a fierce, tounge-battling, passionate and wild kiss.
Zoya dug her fingers into his hair, Asad using his one hand to do the same with hers, while the other busied itself in making patterns on the small of Zoya's back.
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Andriana stared at her friend and the 'sexy man' with her jaw ready to touch the airplane floor. They were making out, on a plane. She placed her hands on her eyes, blocking the infamous image, knowing it would return to her in flashbacks whenever she thought of Zoya.
'Ahem', she cleared her throat nosily.
Asad and Zoya were too busy kissing each other senseless that a mere sound of clearing ones throat would not be enough and so it showed.
'AHEM!', Andriana shouted, this time not bothering to actually clear her throat.
Zoya and Asad were forced to detangle from each other, looking everywhere but at the foot stomping Andriana, trying to fix themselves up. They were in a humiliating sight. Asad's shirt almost out of his pants, Zoya's lipstick all over her face and Asad's and both of their heads matching the exterior of a bird's nest.
'Don't bother, Zoya', Andriana said pushing her hand forward seeing her friend opening her mouth to explain herself.
'I should go back', Asad tried running away only to be stopped by the look of shame on Zoya's face.
He didn't know why but he couldn't let the blame of this scandalous act of theirs be put only on her shoulders. He had a fortune back home, he couldn't risk her only job like this.
A/N:
Yolla, lovely people! *hugs*! Presenting you a Two-Shot. (Though im dead sure you people are literally tired of me nowđ¤Ł) This is the first part. The second will be updated below by tomorrow or maybe today itself depending on my piano teacher. (I'm telling you she hates me)! Pm's later, promise. Tell me how you liked it, hated it totally hated it! All kind of feedback is welcomedđ¤
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