Riya was worn out. The flight from Dubai had been lengthy, and she was exhausted from the minute she set foot on the terminal floor. She hardly noticed the admiring looks she received from passing travellers as her navy-blue uniform clung to her body in all the right ways. With just 2% of the battery remaining, she reached for her phone. Great.
She had been anticipating getting home, taking a shower, and perhaps, just possibly, hearing her husband's voice. Despite being married for two years, they hardly ever spend time together. This was how she had always knew it would be. Given how busy they were with their businesses and how often they travelled, they had made the sensible decision to get married. He frequently moved between cities while working as a software developer on government projects. As an air hostess, she travelled to many nations on a weekly basis. This was their plan. They had decided that this distance would help.
But things were different in reality.
She needed things. intimacy. Touch, passion. And she had been drowning in frustration for the last two months. It was made worse by every trip, every airport, and every encounter with attractive passengers, crew, engineers, and ground personnel. How long had it been since she felt wanted by someone? Since someone touched her in a way that made her legs tremble?
When her eyes strayed to the security checkpoint, she sighed and rubbed her forehead. A man stood with his back to her. Tall. Constructed. Confident. His posture was confident and leading and the black uniform of the airport ground support crew stretched hard over his body.
Riya sighed for air. There was something familiar about him. A odd tension spiralling in her belly, she bit her lip to gain a better look. Then he turned.
Sharp jaw. Dark eyes hit. That same arrogant, unclear look.
Ajay.
Her heartbeat quickened. She was overcome by a wave of recollections, including the shame, frustration, and longing she had suppressed for years.
She whispered, That motherfucker… to herself.
One night at a college party, Riya, who had always been the perfect student-bright, well-behaved, and on track for an elite scholarship, had a heated argument with Ajay that turned ugly when she accused him of using his connections with professors to stay ahead. Unafraid he retaliated by bringing up her own difficulties, including how she had relied on tutoring favours and avoided college regulations to balance her grades and part-time job.
Disappointed and a little angry, Riya revealed that a professor had granted her an extension out of compassion. I'm afraid the wrong people heard. Word got around quickly, and soon there was an investigation. Even though there was no concrete proof, her scholarship was revoked due to concerns about her integrity.
Regardless of whether Ajay intended to reveal her, the harm had already been done. The pain from that night never went away, even though she had put in twice as much effort to become better. And he was here now. He had only gotten more attractive with the passing of time; his once-slim figure had become more substantial, and his face had become more confident and sharp. His muscular chest was accepted by his clothing, and there was a sense of authority about him. Why did she still think he was so attractive, damn it?
Ajay's eyes moved throughout the terminal, taking in both passengers and workers. His gaze then locked with hers.
Time appeared to stop for a moment. There was a brief moment of surprise on his face, followed by something darker and more profound. The same knowing arrogance he had in college tugged at the corner of his lips in a lazy smile.
Riya's jaw tightened. Asshole. She ought to have left. She ought to have disregarded him. Her feet, however, shifted in his direction as her rage blended with something more sinister, something that twisted low in her stomach.
Would she let herself fall into the same trap again? Or was this the perfect chance to settle unfinished business? Will this turn into a hate-fuck? Did Ajay forget everything and start anew? Will she have her revenge?
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Looking for a female player to play the character of Riya. Any changes required in plot can be discussed in private.