26-01-2019, 06:44 AM
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Mumbai Airport. Local time is 10.30 evening and the temperature outside is 30 degree celcious.
For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. Please check around your seat for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you and please use caution when opening the overhead bins, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight. If you require deplaning assistance, please remain in your seat until all other passengers have deplaned. One of our crew members will then be pleased to assist you. On behalf of Redfisher Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice evening!”
Nupur finished the monotonous routine announcement and looked warily outside through small flight windows. She was tired and felt sleepy, she has been flying constantly from 12 afternoon - covering flights to one city after another, making same old tired announcements and serving demanding passengers while sticking a fake happy smile on her face. Thank god it's last sortie - but it is going to be long time before she hits the bed tonight.
Not that she was complaining - she loved her job... flying to new places, meeting new people and last but not least - the economic freedom it gave her. But it was tiring neverthless. She looked at the line of passengers, queuing up, ready to get down from place and felt slightly jealous. Most of them will go home & sleep through entire morning tomorrow - but she, she has to get ready again by 7.30 morning.
Presently, she & her collegue Ashmita stood beside the hatch and greeted departing passengers good night. As usual, most of the passengers didn't bother to respond back.
"God I m so tired yaar ..." Ashmita picked up her makeupbox as last passenger departed "I am taking leave tomorrow. Feeling slight feverish. What about you?"
"Same old routine ... 7.30 flight tomorrow morning" Nupur shrugged.
"Ok darling ... good night." Ashmita waved good bye and hurried away as they entered the tarmac. Nupur waited for sometime. She had a long way to go back in city. She wished her flat was close to airport... but Virat - Virat worked in city and they decided to rent something in between, to avoid long drive for either one of them.
Virat ... thinking about him made Nupur unmindful. What he is doing now? Maybe waiting for her to return and have diner togather. She felt bad to keep him waiting for so long .. but she couldn't help it. One after another airlines is gettng closed or shedding people and flight attendents are valnuerable specis. She was still young - only 26 - and she was good looking, though mayn't be called very pretty. She was tall & slim (She took good care of figure despite her hactic schedule)... though dusky, her skin was smooth and lively ... she had long silky hair that bounced as she walked ... she looked smart and friendly with a very pretty smile. And above all, she knew how to talk with man. Unlike many of her collegues she was not slutty - she disliked the way those girls flirted with pilots like cheap slut. She flirted a bit yes, but not cheap way. And it was often she whom men liked more than others. IN other word, she was a young & confident modern girl and she she was very competant too in her job.
But than there are plenty of younger girls waiting for a chance... for much lesser wage. Airlines knew that and used it to squeeze current employees more. There was no way she can go to her boss and ask for shorter duty period. Not with their current financial condition. Morever, she hated that little fat assole ... he gave her creeps. The way he looked at her ... undressing her with his eyes ... making vulgar, sexist jokes! She had flirted with him a bit occassionally ... not because she liked, but because she wanted to be in his good books. She knew he wanted much more - but she had never allowed him go beyond the boundary of verbal flirtation.
If only Virat understood how difficult all this was for her ....
"Hi Chiku ... waiting to go back home? Can I give you a lift?"
Nupur was little startled but than turned back to look at the source of voice. It was Nikhil - dressed in smart pilot attire, smiling at her.
Only few people called her by her nickname and Nikhil was one of them. She liked him. He was crazy after her at some point, even proposed her, but she had turned him down. She was in love with Virat and can think of no one else. She doubted Nikhil still loved her, though being a gentleman he never mentioned it again.
"Oh no ..Nikhil... it's long way and late. I will manage something, don't worry" she smiled at him sweetly.
"No trouble at all" He smiled back, pushing her lightly towards exit gate "Your home is on my way. Anyway I will get bored to travel that long. Come, I will drop u.."
In cab she and NIkhil did some chit-chat. They dont meet as often as before, but still they knew well about each other.
"How is Virat doing? Got a job?" Nikhil asked
"No... looking" Nupur replied warily and closed her eyes... not wanting to drag the topic further. Of course, NIkhil asked in good heart but she was asked this question often and everytime she felt irritation and anger within.
She had fall in love with Virat, a bright boy 4 years her senior. He liked his simplicity and the young man was knocked out by her charm and glamour. They both were in love and married. It was a happy marriage, and first few months were so exiting - travelling togather, making love and doing all those kinky staff togather. All that she had wished had come true.
Than it happened. The industry went in recession and Virat lost his job. It's 6 month running but he haven't managed to find a new job. He was getting desperate and his behaviour has changed from anxity to desperation to plain self-loathing and anger. Worst of all, he was taking it out on her - as if she is responsible for all his failures and trouble!
It's true that she couldn't give him time like normal wives. But he knew it when they married and it was never a problem till 6 months ago. Nowadays he constantly complains. "You are never here when I need you..." he will say with grumpy face "Just look at other couples here in our society ... other wives ... ruhee... priyanka ... why you can't be like them? This goddamn job of yours ... always flying and flying with no timings ...can't you find a ground job?"
She couldn't make him understand. Probably she could find a ground job - but why should she? She became an airhostess because she wanted to be. She loved the job. It was her identity. How can she give it away?
They will argue and invariably he will end it by a hursh word like "I know why you dont wasnt a regular job. Because you get to flirt with all those rich glamour boyz. Like that assole - Nikhil. Who wants to spend time with a jobless loser like me!"
And than she will go bedroom, shut the door and cry in bed till she fall asleep - while Virat will angrily drink whisky and watch tv in living room sofa.
There was some tender moments though. Like her birthday last month. She was surprised when she got back home that evening and found Virat decorating entire house with happy birthday baloons and cooked a candle light diner for her.
She knew he loved him. And of course she loved him too. It's only the time - she thought. If only he gets a job - everything will be back to normal again.
"Your home madam" Nikhil's voice brought her back from reverie.
"Will you come inside for some coffee?" She asked NIkhil as she got down from cab. For sake of courtsy of course, not that she really wanted him to come. Virat might be drunk and she was afraid what language he might use in front of Nikhil.
"No getting late" Nikhil nodded "Tell Virat hello from my side. Good night."
Would I have been happier if I married him? Nupur thought as the car rolled away. Than she shook her head. No ... it was Virat whom she loved. Not Nikhil. Not anyone else. Things will be fine again soon .....
_
For your safety and comfort, please remain seated with your seat belt fastened until the Captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign. Please check around your seat for any personal belongings you may have brought on board with you and please use caution when opening the overhead bins, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight. If you require deplaning assistance, please remain in your seat until all other passengers have deplaned. One of our crew members will then be pleased to assist you. On behalf of Redfisher Airlines and the entire crew, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice evening!”
Nupur finished the monotonous routine announcement and looked warily outside through small flight windows. She was tired and felt sleepy, she has been flying constantly from 12 afternoon - covering flights to one city after another, making same old tired announcements and serving demanding passengers while sticking a fake happy smile on her face. Thank god it's last sortie - but it is going to be long time before she hits the bed tonight.
Not that she was complaining - she loved her job... flying to new places, meeting new people and last but not least - the economic freedom it gave her. But it was tiring neverthless. She looked at the line of passengers, queuing up, ready to get down from place and felt slightly jealous. Most of them will go home & sleep through entire morning tomorrow - but she, she has to get ready again by 7.30 morning.
Presently, she & her collegue Ashmita stood beside the hatch and greeted departing passengers good night. As usual, most of the passengers didn't bother to respond back.
"God I m so tired yaar ..." Ashmita picked up her makeupbox as last passenger departed "I am taking leave tomorrow. Feeling slight feverish. What about you?"
"Same old routine ... 7.30 flight tomorrow morning" Nupur shrugged.
"Ok darling ... good night." Ashmita waved good bye and hurried away as they entered the tarmac. Nupur waited for sometime. She had a long way to go back in city. She wished her flat was close to airport... but Virat - Virat worked in city and they decided to rent something in between, to avoid long drive for either one of them.
Virat ... thinking about him made Nupur unmindful. What he is doing now? Maybe waiting for her to return and have diner togather. She felt bad to keep him waiting for so long .. but she couldn't help it. One after another airlines is gettng closed or shedding people and flight attendents are valnuerable specis. She was still young - only 26 - and she was good looking, though mayn't be called very pretty. She was tall & slim (She took good care of figure despite her hactic schedule)... though dusky, her skin was smooth and lively ... she had long silky hair that bounced as she walked ... she looked smart and friendly with a very pretty smile. And above all, she knew how to talk with man. Unlike many of her collegues she was not slutty - she disliked the way those girls flirted with pilots like cheap slut. She flirted a bit yes, but not cheap way. And it was often she whom men liked more than others. IN other word, she was a young & confident modern girl and she she was very competant too in her job.
But than there are plenty of younger girls waiting for a chance... for much lesser wage. Airlines knew that and used it to squeeze current employees more. There was no way she can go to her boss and ask for shorter duty period. Not with their current financial condition. Morever, she hated that little fat assole ... he gave her creeps. The way he looked at her ... undressing her with his eyes ... making vulgar, sexist jokes! She had flirted with him a bit occassionally ... not because she liked, but because she wanted to be in his good books. She knew he wanted much more - but she had never allowed him go beyond the boundary of verbal flirtation.
If only Virat understood how difficult all this was for her ....
"Hi Chiku ... waiting to go back home? Can I give you a lift?"
Nupur was little startled but than turned back to look at the source of voice. It was Nikhil - dressed in smart pilot attire, smiling at her.
Only few people called her by her nickname and Nikhil was one of them. She liked him. He was crazy after her at some point, even proposed her, but she had turned him down. She was in love with Virat and can think of no one else. She doubted Nikhil still loved her, though being a gentleman he never mentioned it again.
"Oh no ..Nikhil... it's long way and late. I will manage something, don't worry" she smiled at him sweetly.
"No trouble at all" He smiled back, pushing her lightly towards exit gate "Your home is on my way. Anyway I will get bored to travel that long. Come, I will drop u.."
In cab she and NIkhil did some chit-chat. They dont meet as often as before, but still they knew well about each other.
"How is Virat doing? Got a job?" Nikhil asked
"No... looking" Nupur replied warily and closed her eyes... not wanting to drag the topic further. Of course, NIkhil asked in good heart but she was asked this question often and everytime she felt irritation and anger within.
She had fall in love with Virat, a bright boy 4 years her senior. He liked his simplicity and the young man was knocked out by her charm and glamour. They both were in love and married. It was a happy marriage, and first few months were so exiting - travelling togather, making love and doing all those kinky staff togather. All that she had wished had come true.
Than it happened. The industry went in recession and Virat lost his job. It's 6 month running but he haven't managed to find a new job. He was getting desperate and his behaviour has changed from anxity to desperation to plain self-loathing and anger. Worst of all, he was taking it out on her - as if she is responsible for all his failures and trouble!
It's true that she couldn't give him time like normal wives. But he knew it when they married and it was never a problem till 6 months ago. Nowadays he constantly complains. "You are never here when I need you..." he will say with grumpy face "Just look at other couples here in our society ... other wives ... ruhee... priyanka ... why you can't be like them? This goddamn job of yours ... always flying and flying with no timings ...can't you find a ground job?"
She couldn't make him understand. Probably she could find a ground job - but why should she? She became an airhostess because she wanted to be. She loved the job. It was her identity. How can she give it away?
They will argue and invariably he will end it by a hursh word like "I know why you dont wasnt a regular job. Because you get to flirt with all those rich glamour boyz. Like that assole - Nikhil. Who wants to spend time with a jobless loser like me!"
And than she will go bedroom, shut the door and cry in bed till she fall asleep - while Virat will angrily drink whisky and watch tv in living room sofa.
There was some tender moments though. Like her birthday last month. She was surprised when she got back home that evening and found Virat decorating entire house with happy birthday baloons and cooked a candle light diner for her.
She knew he loved him. And of course she loved him too. It's only the time - she thought. If only he gets a job - everything will be back to normal again.
"Your home madam" Nikhil's voice brought her back from reverie.
"Will you come inside for some coffee?" She asked NIkhil as she got down from cab. For sake of courtsy of course, not that she really wanted him to come. Virat might be drunk and she was afraid what language he might use in front of Nikhil.
"No getting late" Nikhil nodded "Tell Virat hello from my side. Good night."
Would I have been happier if I married him? Nupur thought as the car rolled away. Than she shook her head. No ... it was Virat whom she loved. Not Nikhil. Not anyone else. Things will be fine again soon .....
_
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)