Adultery Mis-Adventures of my life

[rehanalina]

Chapter 6 : The Mall again - A Chance Encounter


The weekend hustle and bustle of the upscale mall was a welcome distraction for Alina. She and Rehan had planned a simple day out, but the underlying tension between them lingered. She had not seen any action for almost two weeks now and for some reason her Husband had started teasing her about Sachin. Even during their foreplay sessions he had asked her to imagine it was Sachin and not him, but he fell well short in action and she secretly hoped that Sachin was not this weak in sex.

As they strolled through the luxury stores, Rehan's phone buzzed incessantly with work emails. Alina sighed, knowing that even on their days off, work was never far from his mind. His phone rang and Rehan picked it and immediately went into the official mode, he spoke for some time and then came towards Alina

“Need anything from the car? I need to join a call with the client and the car is the best place. But I will be back in 30 minutes” Rehan asked, breaking her thoughts.

“No, I’m fine,” Alina replied, flashing him a smile.

Rehan nodded, glancing around before heading towards the parking lot. As he disappeared, Alina wandered into a high-end boutique. She was flipping through a rack of dresses when a familiar voice called out to her.

"Alina, what a pleasant surprise."

She turned to see Sachin, his dashing smile lighting up the space around him. He was dressed casually yet stylishly, exuding a charm that was hard to ignore.

"Sachin, hello," Alina replied, her tone polite but guarded. "What brings you here?"

"Just doing some shopping. It's nice to take a break from work once in a while," he said, eyes twinkling. "And you?"

"Same, just spending some time with Rehan. He's gone to the car to attend a call."

Sachin's smile widened, sensing an opportunity. "If this happens one more time then You might start thinking it's planned. Anyway Perfect timing then. How about you help me pick out some outfits? I could use a woman's perspective."

Alina hesitated for a moment but then nodded, curious about his intentions. "Sure, why not?"

They moved around the store with Alina picking up multiple outfits one look and she would discard those that she felt were not good and move on to the next one. Sachin followed her like a puppy holding on to the dresses she selected. After about 20 minutes Sachin had close to 10 shirts and tops to try and the look on his face showed that he was not sure how to do that. 

One look at his face and Alina burst out laughing. She understood that Sachin was overwhelmed with the choices in hand and she took the initiative in her own hand. She had gone into beast mode of shopping and did not keep a count of the dresses she picked.

“Here let me help you with it” she said smiling as she took the pile of clothes from Sachin and placed them on a stand. She then started sorting out by placing the shirts and tops on Sachin and scrutinising their fit and finish on him. She was so preoccupied with the activity that she did not notice Sachin enjoying her touching him though it was nothing personal and she was placing them on his shoulders mostly. At times she would tighten the dress around his hips to see how it fit but that was all. After intense scrutiny she brought down the final selection to 4 and asked Sachin to pick all 4 if he wants but try them out once. 

So Sachin was led to the dressing rooms to try the options finalized, and he did that obediently when he wore a navy blue shirt and found it fitting perfectly as well as really matching his style. “Damn, she has a keen eye for fashion. This one is perfect” He thought to himself and that's when it stuck to him that he can spice things up a bit. He undid a couple of buttons which showed the top of his chiseled chest and went out of the dressing room. Alina was waiting outside and she looked at the fit and gave a big thumbs up. Though she was not expressly looking at his chest, she did take a note of how chiseled it looked and did give an appreciative glance. 

By the time he came out with the 3rd shirt 4 buttons were undone and he was showing off not just his perfect pecks but also his six packs, all the years of hard work has made him look like a greek statue in terms of his physique and he was using it well here to hit the right buttons. 

On the other hand this was not lost on Alina as well and she was definitely taking in the sights on display, from being appreciative to outright wanting to touch and see if his body was made of flesh or was it all rocks and marbles. 

“Hey Alina, I am confused. Can you come here for a second.” called sachin as he was trying on the last shirt. This time he had all his buttons open, his pants pulled down slightly so when Alina walked in what she saw added onto the already increasing tension. Sachin's shirt was open, his chest and abs were at open display and as her eyes followed his body from top to the bottom she saw his abs forming the V getting into his crotch area. Luckily the pant came in between and stopped the magical views. But Sachin had seen her looking at him for so long and was happy that she liked what she saw. 

Alina was in a stupor and it took a while for her to come back to her senses when she realized she was caught watching Sachin. She was feeling very embarrassed and her cheeks had turned beet red due to the shame. This time it was Sachin who started laughing and pointed out that her face had turned red. 

He pulled Alina in and stood  her up against the dressing room mirror as she blushed further turning crimson red, but started to laugh at the situation and that definitely let out some steam. 

“Alina, Oh my god you should have looked at your own face a few minutes back” Sachin pointed that out and Alina who had just come out of embarrassment started hitting him on his bare chest in mock anger. It took a while for both of them to realize that they were in a dressing room together and Sachin was semi nude turning the situation tense suddenly. On realization Alina sprang out of the dressing room and Sachin followed a while later packing his things. 

Sachin patched up the situation and moved Alina away from what happened a few minutes ago effortlessly keeping the conversation light and engaging. He held up a sleek, black dress. "What do you think? Would this suit You?"

Alina laughed. "I think it's close to my style."

"Why don’t you try it on? I'd love to see how it looks on you."

She raised an eyebrow but took the dress. "Alright, but only because I was looking for a new dress anyway."

As Alina headed to the changing room, Sachin subtly watched her, gauging her reactions. He knew how to push just the right buttons, making her feel special, admired, and just a bit flattered.

Alina was surprised at herself that she readily agreed to try a dress again for Sachin, last time she went into dressing room for him was after him coaxing for a while but this time she was eager to do that on the first instance. 
She removed her top and work the dress and it fit her body perfectly and she smiled thinking of how did Sachin know the exact fit. ‘Seems to be well experienced in size of women’ she muttered to herself with a smile. 

She emerged from the dressing room in the black dress, its elegant lines hugging her figure perfectly. Sachin's eyes lit up in genuine appreciation. "Stunning. You look absolutely stunning, Alina.". Sachin liked what he saw, the black dress perfectly hugged her body and gave a good description of her curves. The only eye sore was she wore it on her jeans else he would have been happy to see her legs. “Some other time, but very soon” he thought to himself. 

She felt a flush of pride and a twinge of something else—something dangerous. "Thank you, Sachin. You're too kind. I don't look that beautiful anyway"

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "It's not kindness. It's the truth. You deserve to be admired, Alina. Not just for your looks but for who you are."

Alina felt her heart race. Sachin had a way of making his words feel intimate, personal. She was used to being admired for her intelligence and professional skills, but this was different. It was heady and disarming.

"Why don't you try a few more? Let’s make the most of this time before Rehan gets back," Sachin suggested smoothly, handing her another dress.

Caught in the moment, Alina took the dress and returned to the changing room. As she tried on more outfits, Sachin continued his subtle game, complimenting her, making her laugh, and, most importantly, making her feel seen in a way Rehan never did.

When she emerged in a vibrant red dress, Sachin’s gaze intensified. "If Rehan doesn't buy that for you, I will."

Alina laughed, a warm, genuine sound that filled the boutique. "You have quite an eye for fashion, Sachin. I’m impressed. Looks like shopping for women is your full time job?"

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "And you have a talent for making anything look exquisite. But honestly, it's not the dress that catches my eye. It's the woman wearing it. And yes if the women looks anything like you, I will make this my full time job"

Alina felt a rush of pride and a thrill of excitement. "You're quite the charmer. I bet you say that to all the women."

Sachin shook his head, his eyes locked on hers. "Only when it’s true. You have a presence, Alina, a confidence that’s truly captivating. It’s rare to find someone who’s both stunning and strong."

She blushed slightly, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time. "You do know how to make a woman feel special."

Sachin smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I'm just speaking my mind. If Rehan isn't showering you with compliments every day, he's missing out. And he should be punished for not praising You enough"

Alina's smile widened, a false sense of pride swelling within her. She reveled in Sachin's attention, feeling a validation she rarely received from Rehan. "Rehan is... focused on other things. But it's nice to hear such kind words."

Sachin's gaze drifted appreciatively over her form. "And that red dress—it matches your veil perfectly. It’s incredible how you can look so hot even in modest attire. It's a rare talent."

Her red maxi dress flowed gracefully with each step, its deep crimson hue accentuating her every movement. The dress hugged her figure just enough to hint at her curves while maintaining an elegant modesty. Her red veil, perfectly coordinated, framed her face in soft folds that complemented the vibrant color of the dress. The combination created a striking and sophisticated silhouette, exuding both confidence and allure.

Alina felt a heady mix of flattery and pride. "You’re too much, Sachin. But thank you. It's nice to be appreciated."

Sachin's gaze lingered on her, his smile never wavering. "Anytime, Alina. Anytime."

Just then, Rehan reappeared, his expression puzzled but not suspicious. "Alina, you look amazing. Did you find something you like?"

Alina nodded, feeling a mix of exhilaration and guilt. "Yes, just trying on a few things."

Rehan noticed Sachin and extended a hand. "Sachin, good to see you."

"You too, Rehan," Sachin replied smoothly, shaking his hand. "Just running into each other. I was telling Alina how lucky you are to have such a beautiful and stylish wife."

Rehan smiled, but there was a hint of discomfort. "Yes, I am lucky."

As the three of them chatted, Alina couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. Sachin had planted a seed of something—doubt, excitement, danger—in her mind. And as they left the boutique, she realized that she was looking forward to the next encounter with him. She noticed that she loved every second she spent with him and he made her feel something that she hadn't felt for long, she made her feel Special, she made her feel appreciated and wanted. 

Rehan definitely noticed the chemistry between the two and had been hiding a hard on in his pants since he came back, he did not want to lose this golden opportunity to see how far this will go and when it looked like Sachin was about to take their leave and he jumped in with an offer to join them for dinner. 

“No buddy, It would feel like I am interfering between you two” said sachin on Rehans offer for dinner. But Alina was excited at the offer and immediately pitched in

“We wont take no for an answer, after all we are now friends aren't we and plus you have been so helpful with your fashion suggestions. At Least let us thank you properly” she said. But her eyes said more than that to Sachin, they were pleading for him to say yes and Sachin took note of the desperation in her eyes. 

‘So much desperation, looks I am just a few steps away from getting in her pants’ thought Sachin to himself with a satisfied smile on his face. He ran his fingers in his hair and acted as if thinking for a while on the proposal

“Alright! let's do this. Anything for the beautiful lady” he added. then realized Rehan was their and said “for the lovely couple indeed”. with that they started looking for a restaurant and again Sachin showed his superior skills as he suggested an italian restaurant which was romantic and looked more for couples. It was a classy place and Alina was really impressed by the ambience and decor of the place.


The restaurant had a romantic atmosphere. The soft glow of candlelight casts a warm, intimate ambiance over the room. The clinking of glasses and the quiet murmur of other diners create a cozy background hum. The aroma of garlic, tomatoes, and freshly baked bread fills the air.
Sachin scans the room for the perfect table. He chooses one near the back, where the lighting is softer and more intimate.As they approached the table Rehan took his seat, but Sachin pulled out a seat for Alina and held it till she sat down. ‘Really chivalrous and caring’ thought Alina to herself. She was impressed by the gesture and it showed in her eyes and her smile which Sachin took note off. ‘One more point gained’ he patted himself for the success. 

The waiter handed them the menu and Sachin asked “Shall we order?” there was a reason he picked this restuarant, apart from the classy atmosphere he was well versed with italian cuisine and he took an educated guess that Rehan and Alina were not. So this will give him another opportunity to impress Alina. 

Alina looked at the menu and felt lost as she was not able to make a decision of what to eat, she turned to Sachin for help 

“I am lost, You brought us here mister so you better order something delicious for me.” she said playfully.

“something delicious for the delicious looking lady”sachin whispered which only Alina heard and blushed pink. 

Rehan who all the while looked disinterested actually was acting on a quick plan that came in his head when he saw Sachin gaining points on his wife. He wanted to give them more opportunity and this restaurant presented it. It was romantic made for couples and if he can give them space here then it will lead to interesting possibilities he thought. 

At the right time his phone started ringing and he thanked a customer calling in on the weekend for the first time in life. He made a sorry face to Alina showing that he has to pick this call and apologized to Sachin for leaving them for a while.

“Its alright buddy” said Sachin “I will keep watch on Alina” he jested as Rehan thanked and left talking on the phone.

“I would never have left a beauty like you in such a romantic place for all the money in the world” said Sachin to Alina "You look… absolutely stunning."

Alina laughs softly, a light, almost musical sound. "Thank you. You’re not too bad yourself."

Alina nervously adjusted her red scarf, smoothing it over her white top, while Sachin sat across from her, his business casual look making him seem effortlessly charming.

"So, how was your day?" he asks, leaning in slightly, genuinely interested.

"It was busy," Alina admits, glancing around the restaurant. "But productive. I managed to close a deal I’ve been working on for weeks."

Sachin raises an eyebrow, impressed. "That’s amazing. You’ve got quite the talent for sales, don’t you?"

"I like to think so," Alina says with a modest shrug. "It’s all about understanding what the client needs and finding the right way to deliver it."

"I can imagine you’re very good at that," Sachin says, his voice smooth. "You have this… natural charm. It must be hard for anyone to say no to you."

Alina laughs, her eyes sparkling. "I try my best. But enough about work. What about you? How was your day?"

"Nothing as exciting as yours," Sachin replies, waving a hand dismissively. "Just the usual grind. But I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now."

"Is that so?" Alina’s tone is playful, but there’s a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Absolutely," Sachin says, leaning in a little more. "I’ve been intrigued by you ever since we first spoke. I’m dying to know more about the woman who has bewitched me."

Alina tilts her head, considering him. "And what is it that intrigues you so much, Sachin?"

"Where do I start?" Sachin says, leaning back slightly to give her a once-over. "You’re intelligent, driven, and from what I’ve seen so far, you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. But there’s also this… air of mystery about you. It makes me want to dig deeper." Sachin was playing to her ego by bolstering her thinking of herself as an intelligent strong independent women. 

Alina raises an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Mystery, huh? What makes you think I’m mysterious?"

"It’s just a feeling," Sachin says, shrugging. "Like there’s more to you than meets the eye. And I’m curious to find out what that is."

Alina holds his gaze for a moment before her smile widens. "Well, I suppose I should keep you guessing then."

Sachin chuckles, making it sound deep and rich. "I like a challenge. But let’s start simple. Tell me about yourself. Where did you grow up?"

Alina takes a sip of water, thinking. "I was born and raised in Hyderabad. It’s where I learned the ins and outs of business, watching my father run his own company."

Sachin nods, interested. "So you come from a business-oriented family?"

"Yes, my father was a businessman, and my mother was a teacher," Alina explains. "They both instilled in me the importance of hard work and education. I suppose that’s why I’m so driven."

"It’s clearly paid off," Sachin says, feigning admiration in his voice. "It’s not easy to be as successful as you are at your age. Your parents must be proud."

"They are," Alina says with a smile. "But what about you, Sachin? What’s your story?"

"Oh, nothing as interesting as yours," Sachin says with a self-deprecating grin. "I come from a pretty average family. My parents were always supportive, but they weren’t as business-minded as yours. I kind of had to carve my own path." a well thought out story of an underdog adding to the already gaining points for Sachin.

"And you’ve done well for yourself," Alina points out. "You’re in a good position, from what I’ve heard."

"Well, I’ve worked hard for it," Sachin admits. "But I’m always looking for ways to improve, to get to that next level. People like you inspire me, Alina."

Alina’s eyes narrow slightly, as if trying to figure out if he’s being sincere. "Inspire you? How so?"

"Because you’re proof that it’s possible to have it all," Sachin says, his voice softening. "Success, intelligence, beauty… you’ve got the whole package. It makes me want to push myself harder, to see what I can achieve."

Alina looks away, a slight blush coloring her cheeks as she soaks in the appreciation she is recieving. "You’re too kind, Sachin."

"Just being honest," he replies, his tone gentle. "But let’s talk more about you. I’m curious—how do you balance work with… everything else? "
Alina hesitates for a moment, the mention of her personal life a reminder of her sexless marriage to Rehan. But she quickly composes herself, offering a practiced smile. "I try to make time for myself when I can. It’s important to have that balance."

"Absolutely," Sachin agrees. "So what do you do to unwind? Any hobbies or passions?"

"I enjoy reading," Alina says, her tone lightening. "Mostly fiction. It helps me escape from the stresses of work."

"Ah, a fellow book lover," Sachin says with a grin. "Any favorite genres?" he has mastered the book lover story with the numerous previous dates he had.

"I’m into thrillers and mysteries," Alina admits. "I like stories that keep me on the edge of my seat."

"Interesting," Sachin says, leaning in again. "I would have pegged you as someone who enjoys romance novels."

Alina chuckles, shaking her head. "Not really. I prefer something with a bit more… substance."

"That’s what I like about you," Sachin says, his voice low and acting all earnest. "You’re not like most people. You’ve got depth, Alina." He managed to turn a mundane point into another victory. He was proving his experience in the dating scene with his mastery in this conversation.

She meets his gaze, her eyes searching his for any sign of insincerity. But all she finds is warmth and genuine interest. "Thank you, Sachin. That means a lot."

Before they can continue, a waiter arrives at their table with menus. Sachin quickly orders a bottle of red wine before turning back to Alina.

"I hope you don’t mind," he says, his tone casual. "I thought a nice bottle of wine would go perfectly with our meal."

Alina hesitates, her eyes flicking to the wine list. "Actually, I don’t usually drink…"

"Really?" Sachin raises an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Not even on special occasions?"

"I just prefer not to, nothing about you it comes with the '. aspect" Alina says, waving a hand towards her headscarf.

Sachin leans in, his expression softening yet maintaining the playful tone. "Come on, Alina. Just one glass. It’s a special night, after all. We’re getting to know each other, enjoying a beautiful evening… What harm could a little wine do?"

Alina bites her lip, clearly conflicted. Sachin notices her hesitation and gently reaches across the table, placing his hand over hers. 

"I promise, just one glass," he says, his voice almost a whisper. "If you don’t like it, you don’t have to drink any more. But I’d love to share this experience with you."

Alina looks at him, her eyes searching his for a moment. Then she sighs, nodding slightly. "Okay, just one glass."

Sachin’s smile widens, a sense of victory washing over him. "That’s the spirit."

The waiter returns with the bottle of wine, expertly pouring a small amount into Sachin’s glass for him to taste. Sachin swirls the wine, then takes a sip, nodding in approval. The waiter pours a glass for Alina, then fills Sachin’s glass as well.

"To new beginnings," Sachin says, raising his glass.

Alina hesitates for just a second then lightly clinks her glass against his, her expression wary but curious. “New beginnings,” she echoes, before taking a small sip.

Sachin watches her, his gaze lingering on her lips as she tastes the wine. “What do you think?”

“It’s… different,” Alina admits, placing the glass down. “I’m not much of a drinker.”

Sachin chuckles, leaning back in his chair. “You should indulge yourself more often. Life’s too short to hold back.”

Alina arches an eyebrow. “Is that your philosophy? To indulge?”

“Only in the things that matter,” he replies, his tone suggestive. “And right now, you matter, Alina.”

Alina lets out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You’re very forward, Sachin. I’m not sure if I should be flattered or cautious.”

Sachin’s smile widens, his eyes twinkling. “Why not both? It’s not every day you meet someone as intriguing as you.”

She tilts her head slightly, studying him. “You seem very sure of yourself. Is this how you usually get your women?”

Sachin leans forward, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Only when they’re worth the effort. And you, Alina, are definitely worth it.”

Alina meets his gaze, her heart beating a little faster but she tries to remain playful. “You know I’m married, right? and flirting with a married woman could land you in hot water. ”

Sachin nods, his expression unreadable. “I do. But let’s not pretend that changes anything tonight. We’re just two people enjoying each other’s company.”

Alina holds his gaze, her mind racing. She knows she should change the conversation topic, but there’s something about him that pulls her in, something dangerous and exciting. “You make it sound so simple.”

“Why complicate things?” Sachin says, shrugging casually. “We’re adults. We know what we’re doing.”

Alina narrows her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. “And what exactly do you think you’re doing mister?”

Sachin leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Getting to know you better. Maybe even convincing you to let your guard down.”

Alina feels a shiver run down her spine at his words. She knows she should be more careful, but the way he’s looking at her, with such intensity and focus, makes it hard to think straight. “You’re very persuasive.”

“I prefer to think of it as being honest,” he replies smoothly. “I’m not going to pretend I don’t find you incredibly attractive, Alina. And I’m not going to lie and say I’m not enjoying this.”

Alina’s lips part slightly, her breath catching in her throat. “You’re playing with fire, Sachin.” she tries to sound playful but clearly he is setting her heart on fire. 

“Maybe,” he says, his tone teasing. “But sometimes, fire is exactly what you need to feel alive.”

Alina’s pulse quickens, the air between them charged with unspoken tension. “You’re bold, I’ll give you that.” she says trying to sound casual. Sachin grins, his eyes never leaving hers.

Alina laughs, shaking her head. “You’re something else, Sachin. I’m not sure if I should be flattered or cautious.”

“Why not both?” Sachin suggests, his smile widening. “Flattered because I think you’re amazing, and cautious because… well, let’s face it, I am pretty irresistible.”

Alina laughs, the sound light and genuine. “You’re impossible.”

“Only if you want me to be,” Sachin says, his tone teasing. “But in all seriousness, Alina, I’m really enjoying this. You’re… you’re different from anyone I’ve met before. So thank you for God for this opportunity.”

Alina looks at him, her defenses slowly crumbling. There’s something about him, something that makes her want to take a chance, to see what could happen if she lets him in.

“So,” Sachin says, breaking the silence with a playful glint in his eye. “What do you say we make this evening even more perfect? How about we get  something to fill you?” he pauses at that and continues “I mean some food to fill you up”

Alina grins, her earlier tension melting away. “I think I’d like that.”

“Good,” Sachin says, signaling to the waiter. “Because I’m famished already.”

The waiter arrives, and Sachin orders the main course as they continue chatting and flirting.
“Tell me, Alina… what else do you like to do for fun? What makes you feel alive?”

Alina takes a moment to think, her eyes locking with his. “I like to dance,” she says, her voice soft but full of meaning. “There’s something about losing yourself in the music, letting go of everything else… it’s freeing.”

Sachin’s eyes light up. “Dancing, huh? I wouldn’t have pegged you for a dancer with the dressing and modesty and all.”

“I’m full of surprises,” Alina says with a smirk. “You just have to be willing to discover them.”

“I’m more than willing,” Sachin replies, his voice dropping to a playfully seductive whisper. “In fact, I’m very curious about all the surprises you have in store.”

Alina feels a thrill of excitement at his words, the flirtation between them intensifying. “You might have to work for it,” she teases.

“Oh, I’m more than willing to put in the effort,” Sachin says, his tone playful but with an undercurrent of seriousness. “But I have a feeling you’re worth every bit of it.”

Alina can’t help but smile, the flirtation and the connection between them becoming undeniable. “You’re dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” Sachin echoes, his voice low and seductive. “Only in the best possible way.”

Their dessert arrives, but the real sweetness is in the unspoken promises between them, the undeniable chemistry that has sparked over the course of the evening. As they share the chocolate treat, their conversation continues.

By the time the dessert is finished, Alina realizes that she’s been drawn in by Sachin’s charm, his confidence, and the way he makes her feel seen, appreciated, and desired. It’s a heady combination, one that she finds herself wanting more of.

“Thank you for tonight, Sachin,” she says as they finish the desert. “I really enjoyed myself.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” Sachin replies, trying to sound warm and sincere. “But I hope this is just the beginning, Alina. I’d love to see you again.”

Alina hesitates for a moment, then nods, a small smile playing on her lips. “I think I’d like that too.”

Sachin’s grin is full of satisfaction, but there’s also a genuine warmth behind it. “Good. I’ll be counting down the days until our next date.”
They stand, and Sachin helps her with her overcoat, his hands lingering just a little longer than necessary as he brushes her shoulders. The touch sends a shiver down Alina’s spine.

As they walk out of the restaurant looking for rehan, Sachin turns to her, his expression serious but filled with promise. “It was really nice running into you, Alina. I’ll be in touch. I’d love to continue our little fashion adventure sometime soon.”

Alina smiled, feeling a flutter of anticipation. “I’d like that. See you around, Sachin.”

Sachin’s smile widened, and he gave a subtle nod as he saw Rehan coming towards them. “Absolutely. Take care, Alina.”

As Alina and Rehan walked towards their car, Alina’s phone buzzed. It was a message from Sachin:

“Tonight was enchanting, Alina. You’ve left quite an impression. I’m already looking forward to our next encounter. Until then, keep that beautiful smile on your face. ?”

Alina’s heart skipped a beat. She felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. She quickly typed a reply:

“Thank you, Sachin. You certainly know how to make a woman feel special. I’m looking forward to seeing you again as well. Have a great evening! ?”

She sent the message and glanced at Rehan, who was preoccupied with his phone. As they got into the car, Alina couldn’t help but replay Sachin’s words in her mind, the thrill of the flirtation still fresh. The game was far from over, and she was eager to see where it would lead.