Adultery The Whorish Crest: Married Radhika's Journey

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Radhika and Jatin stepped into the plane, the scent of fresh upholstery and faint jet fuel greeting them. The cabin was alive with the rustle of bags being stowed and the soft murmur of travelers settling in. 

Radhika’s coral fit-and-flare dress swayed as she moved down the aisle, her glossy black hair shimmering under the cabin lights, cascading to her thighs. Her gold hoop earrings jingled softly, and her kohl-lined almond eyes scanned the seat numbers. 

Jatin followed, his blazer now on, carrying their carry-on with a tired but content expression.

They found their seats in economy class, row 14, near the window. Radhika’s ticket was for 14A, the window seat, and Jatin’s was 14B, beside her. 

The overhead bins clicked as passengers stuffed their bags, and a flight attendant’s voice crackled over the intercom, reminding everyone to secure their belongings. Radhika slid into her seat, the window offering a view of the tarmac and a distant plane taxiing. 

Jatin settled next to her, adjusting his glasses and placing their bag under the seat. Radhika’s dress hugged her curves, her voluptuous thighs brushing against the armrest, her bare shoulders catching the cabin’s soft light.

Radhika - This window seat’s perfect, Jatin. I can’t wait to see the clouds. Kovalam’s going to be magical.

Jatin - Glad you’re excited, love. It’s a short flight. You’ll be on that beach soon.

Radhika leaned back, her breasts jiggling slightly as she adjusted her position. Her hand drifted to Jatin’s lap, fingers brushing his cock over his trousers. Jatin stiffened, his eyes darting around the cabin, where passengers were still settling in.

Radhika - I’m so horny, Jatin. Wish we could sneak somewhere right now. Imagine me riding you in that tiny bathroom. Your sweet dick inside my pussy aaahhh!

Jatin - Radhika, shh! People are right here. Calm down, we’ll have plenty of time at the resort.

Radhika giggled, her voice shameless, her fingers lingering a moment longer before she withdrew her hand. Her boldness sent a thrill through her, though the cramped plane offered no privacy. 

Jatin’s cheeks flushed, but a smile tugged at his lips, his affection for her playful side evident. Radhika’s horniness simmered, unfulfilled but fueling her anticipation for their trip.

Radhika - So, what’s the first thing we’ll do in Kovalam? I’m thinking jet boats. Or maybe a candlelit dinner.

Jatin - Jet boats for you, definitely. I’d love a quiet dinner by the sea. Just us, no business calls.

They chatted lightly, Radhika’s excitement bubbling over as she described the resort’s infinity pool and spa. Jatin listened, his weariness softening under her enthusiasm. 

The cabin buzzed with pre-flight activity: a child across the aisle played with a toy plane, and a couple in front debated their itinerary.

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As Radhika glanced down the aisle, her breath caught. Dhruv appeared, his navy suit impeccable, his leather suitcase rolling behind him. He moved with purpose, his salt-and-pepper hair catching the light. 

Coincidentally on the same flight, he navigated the narrow aisle, his dark eyes scanning the rows. Radhika’s expression remained neutral, her lips a straight line, but her heart gave a quick thud. 

Dhruv’s gaze found her, piercing yet warm, his lips curving into a gentleman’s smile that radiated charm. His eyes held hers for a moment, steady and appreciative, a silent acknowledgment of their earlier encounter.

Radhika offered a faint smile, her cheeks warming slightly, and looked away as he passed. To her disbelief, Dhruv stopped at row 15, directly behind her, stowing his suitcase and taking the seat right at her back. 

The coincidence felt uncanny, a twist of fate that unsettled her. She shifted in her seat, her dress rustling, suddenly hyper-aware of his presence. 

Every few minutes, she glanced back, careful not to alert Jatin, only to meet Dhruv’s gentle smile each time. His eyes crinkled at the corners, his expression calm yet attentive, as if she were the only person in the cabin.

Jatin - You okay, Radhika? You seem restless. Everything alright?

Radhika - Just feeling a bit cold, that’s all. The air’s chilly here. I’ll be fine.

Jatin - Here, take my jacket. Can’t have you freezing. Let me help you.

Jatin reached for his blazer, dbanging it over Radhika’s shoulders. His hands lingered as he adjusted it, tucking it around her arms with care. 

The warmth of his gesture wrapped around her like a hug, and Radhika’s heart swelled with affection.

Radhika - You’re so sweet, Jatin. I’m lucky to have you. Thank you, love.

Jatin - Anything for my hot wife. You look cozy now. Warmer?

Radhika leaned over, kissing Jatin softly on the lips, her hair brushing his cheek. The kiss was tender, a moment of connection amidst the cabin’s hum. 

As their lips met, Radhika opened one eye, glancing through the small gap between the seats. Dhruv was watching, his gaze steady, his gentleman’s smile unwavering. 

His eyes held no judgment, only quiet admiration. Radhika broke the kiss, a flush of awkwardness creeping over her. She settled back, her fingers fidgeting with Jatin’s jacket.

Jatin - That was some kiss, Radhika. You’re full of surprises today. Got more where that came from?

Radhika - Oh, you’ll get plenty at the resort. Just wait, Jatin. It’s going to be unforgettable.

Jatin chuckled, his eyes warm. Radhika smiled, but Dhruv’s presence lingered in her mind, his gaze a persistent spark. The plane’s engines roared, and the aircraft began its ascent, the cabin tilting as Delhi’s lights faded below. 

Radhika stared out the window, the clouds a soft, golden blur in the evening light.

An hour into the flight, the seatbelt sign dimmed, and flight attendants rolled carts down the aisle, offering meals. Radhika and Jatin selected trays of butter chicken, rice, and naan, with a side of mango lassi. 

The aroma filled their row, and Radhika savored the creamy curry, her fork clinking against the tray. Jatin ate methodically, occasionally glancing at her with a smile. 

Across the aisle, a young woman scrolled through a movie on her screen, while a man in front snored softly. The cabin was a cozy cocoon, the hum of engines a steady backdrop.

After eating, Jatin pulled out a newspaper from the seat pocket, his glasses slipping down his nose as he read. Radhika stretched, her dress shifting, and glanced back. 

Dhruv’s eyes met hers, his smile gentle as ever, sending a nervous flutter through her. She offered a tight smile and faced forward.

Radhika - I’m going to the washroom, Jatin. Be right back. Don’t miss me too much.

Jatin - Don’t take too long, love. I might start reading the sports section. Hurry back.

Jatin then decided to sleep few minutes later.

Radhika stood, smoothing her dress, her breasts jiggling slightly. Dhruv’s gaze followed her, his smile unwavering. She gave a nervous smile and moved down the aisle, her heels clicking softly. 

In the washroom, she locked the door, exhaling deeply. “Why does he keep staring?” she murmured to herself, her reflection staring back in the small mirror. “It’s like he’s everywhere.” Her heart raced, a mix of discomfort and curiosity swirling within her.

She adjusted her dress, tugging the neckline to accentuate her boobs, then reapplied her pink lipstick and touched up her kohl. Satisfied, she stepped out, only to freeze as Dhruv approached, heading toward the same washroom. 

The narrow aisle left little space, their shoulders nearly brushing. His suit was still crisp, his cologne a subtle hint of sandalwood. Their eyes met, his dark gaze warm and steady, hers wide with surprise.

Dhruv - Fancy meeting you here, Radhika. Small plane, isn’t it? You look as radiant as ever.

Radhika - Oh, Dhruv, hi. Yeah, it’s… cozy. I should get back.

Dhruv - No rush, enjoy the flight. Kovalam’s waiting for us. See you around.

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Radhika nodded, her voice catching. Dhruv’s gentlemanly charm was disarming, but his constant attention unnerved her. She turned away, her heart pounding, and glanced back. 

Dhruv was still gazing, his smile soft and persistent. As she hurried forward, her heel caught on the carpet, and she stumbled. A nearby passenger, a middle-aged man in a kurta, steadied her arm.

Radhika - Oh, I’m so sorry! Clumsy me, almost took a dive. Thanks for the save.

Passenger - No trouble at all. These aisles are tricky. You okay now?

Radhika - Yep, just need to watch my step. Thanks again. Safe flight.

The man nodded, returning to his seat. Radhika glanced back once more, finding Dhruv’s gaze still on her, his smile unchanged. 

She faced forward, a bead of sweat on her brow, and returned to her seat. Jatin was awake, folding his newspaper, his eyes sleepy but alert.

Jatin - Took you a while, Radhika. Everything okay? You look a bit flushed.

Radhika - Just got caught up fixing my makeup. You know me, always primping. I’m fine, promise.

Jatin - You don’t need any fixing, love. Get some rest. We’ll be there soon.

Radhika smiled, settling back as Jatin dozed off, his head lolling against the seat. She gazed out the window, the clouds a dreamy expanse of white and gold. 

Her mind churned, Dhruv’s persistent gaze a puzzle she couldn’t solve. 

Why was he always watching? Was it coincidence or something more? The thought lingered, a mix of unease and intrigue, as the plane soared toward Kovalam.