*****disclaimer ... to those of you reading kindly note this is a mature story , if you cannot handle maturity I highly suggest to stop reading and go another way . This story is far from happy and to good to be sad. Chapters of sexual intimacy and violence will be mentioned . If you don't like it , then simply don't read it . **** thank you to those who appreciate and enjoy my story.

Vansh

I stare at unknown woman in front of me . Seating on the couch of my private plain reading a magazine . Chocolate tresses of silky brown hair falls to her waist some of the clipped back by a small hair clip. Red painted lips and dark raven eyelashes . She has the biggest does like eyes that one could stare into forever. She seems engrossed in cosmopolitan. On occasion when she read something funny or correct like she knows it all , she will smile .

 When she doesn't understand anything she will frown and her forehead will crease into three perfect lines of stress and concentration. If it is something boring she will roll her eyes and flip the page . I wonder what is so interesting about the magazine , I cannot remember when is the last time I read one of those magazines. Courtesy of my sister using the plane and leaving her belongings that no longer served her purpose.

Her dress shirt was pale blue and stained just above the third button down , a black pencil skirt that stretched out to the last of its life , her creamy legs adorned in a pair of sexy high heels. When you looked at her she would seem normal , well that was until you saw her handbag and shoes . 

Someone who carries a handbag like that and walk in heels like those is bound to be somewhat above average. Trust me I know after having spent half my life spoiling my sisters with designer goods , a man can learn quite a lot. " stop staring at me , like you haven't seen a woman in your life" her voice rings out in the silence , she flips to the next page unbothered " it is my plane and everything in it is mine , I will stare as much as I would please" her. big brown eyes lined with dark black khol snaps in my direction.

"I am not your property " she retorts with grit and confidence. " oh yes , your legs and ears happen to take you in the wrong direction " she rolls her eyes at me .

" oh yes and your ego is to big to fit to open a small door ." I stare at her with a blank and bored expression . " what difference would it make? " I asked questioningly.

 She sets the magazine down on the side of her lap and entwine her fingers together, "well for starters my legs and ear which brought me in the wrong direction would have found the right direction out of that door , but then you know people with fat ego's don't make the exit hence I found myself stuck in traffic" I nod in approval pf her phrase , she is absolutely accurate .

  "well if you go in the wrong direction at the wrong time , you are bound to get stuck in traffic ", her nostrils flare and cheeks puff out with a exasperated annoyance. Shame and she thought I would shut up like naughty child getting scolding from their parent.

"god , you are just impossible " I just look at her as she stares back at me , none of us daring to blink and break eye contact. " what is your name " she looks at me back with a stoic expression " how does it matter what my name is ". I take a deep breath " you are on my plane and I want to know the name of the alien seated in front of me " she nods and smiles slightly " ofcourse I totally understand my name is kanthabhai" god how I want to burst out laughing , somehow I swallow it back and manage a smirk. Oh this is going to be fun , she is lying to get me annoyed oh dear sweetheart two can play this game. " kanthabhai...kanthabhai...kanthabahi... where do you live" she smiles broadly "oh its called planet mars , join me sometime" I smirk at her .

"maybe I will join , that planet is to dry it needs something to moisten up ! Don't you think ?" she rolls her eyes at me and nods her head in disapproval at my remark. "come on kanthabhai lighten up more " she groans in annoyance and slouch back into the couch folding her arms and looking around. " Erika please brign a tea for kathabhai .... Oh right you don't know who kanthabhai is . Nevermind brign the tea kathabhai is waiting".

She is angry her little palms are fisted . " kanthabhai are you alright" I question silently laughing at her. She closed her eyes , a symbol that she is trying her best to control what ever is inside her , come on little beasty why don't you spill out all that frustration , there is no point in hiding in , I see right through you.

The air hostess arrives with a cup of tea in front of kanthabhai , she opens her eyes and sniffs the aroma of the masala chai I assume . She purse her lips in a line and accepts it from the girl             " madam I did not know how much sugar you required , so I will leave it here " I smirk " don't worry kanthabahi will handle it , wont you kanthabhai" her nostrils flare and the cup starts shaking in her hand.

" can you let a woman have a cup of tea in peace and silence " I lift my hands up in the air , saying what the hell . Silence who wants that anyways , it is boring as hell." what do you mean leaver her in peace kanthabhai , ofcourse there is peace here kathabhia, I don't remember the last time there was a war in my plane ... please have you tea kanthabhai". Now if her daunting glare could kill , I confirm I would be dead.

She composed her posture and sit upright from the plush couch of my plane. A teaspoon of sugar , seriously just one . Must be dieting ,what is I with girls and their weight in fact my personal preferance was if they were on the curvy side , even if it is just a little. Not that I am judging woman who are thin but everyone has their taste. She is so tiny though , honestly without heels she would be so short. "enjoying the tea kanthabhai?", I question , her response is nothing but a mere eyeroll.

 Now we cant have that little beasty , in this plane eye rolls dont work , here we speak our minds . I wake up from my seat and button the middle button of my suite. I sit on the glass coffee table in front of her and she stares at while sipping that hot brewing with steam coming out of the cup. Even sitting infront of her I am like a giant. I take the hot cup of tea from her hand and she gulps , I put my face in front of , I can hear her heart beating so fast . Well that is interesting ...very interesting.

"little beasty , in this plane you open your mouth and talk . Eye rolls don't work here " she stares at me completely dumbfounded well that is what happens when you make stupid choices .

A sudden abrupt motion of the plane sends me flying backwards , landing my back flat on the floor and a very soft kanthabhai on top of me. She yelped in pain as she landed and her chocolate tresses of hair spread of my face , they smelt of lavender . Fresh and unique. She lifted herself looking at me with those frightened big brown eyes she blinked for a moment . The plane turbulence was unusually odd . We tumbled and rolled on the floor putting her under my captive embrace. 

The plane stopped moving , I took this opportunity to study her facial features , oh those dark long eyelashes. She held my eyes in her captivating brown irises. Things slowed and all I could see was here , I was in a daze I could not explain. Suddenly her features constricted and she look scared , a wave of panic crossed her features draining all the colour from her face , once a blossoming warm tone , now nothing but pale with beads of sweat on her forehead.

She instantly moved away before I could hold her to me , well then don't blame me , for her falling and then tumbling and hitting her head on the leg of the table. Patience is key to everything if you are not patient then you will not attain anything. In her case she attained a few bruises that perhaps will show in a shade of purple on her creamy skin , in about few days. The plane stills and she sits on the couch holding the cushion to her torso . Looking with here big does like eyes from left to right . No one is coming sweetheart to give out any news , maybe you are forgetting this is a private plane.

You don't even know where your destination is , what made you think you would be so important , they would report to you . "w...what i....is g...going o...on i...i..." hmm how interesting , has her mind suddenly forgotten that sometimes aircraft experience turbulence whilst travelling. This took them both off guard and it was completely un intentional. Riddhima was shocked beyond comprehension and vansh was more than thrilled to look at her dumbfounded expression .

 She was truly a lost deer in this big world . Hmmmm who was she because he knew for a fact she was not kantha bhai and that there was more than what she told him that met those beautiful doe like eyes. I signal her to stay silent and pick up the phone calling the air hostess after a minute of our starring contest my patience waivers and I head out to the cockpit . I open to see there are no pilots I walk straight back past her and see there are no airhostess . What the hell is going on . I look at her and I can see the worry in her eyes . Well this is a interesting , no very interesting situation. Don't you agree??????????????

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