Adultery The Whorish Crest: Married Radhika's Journey

[nadia]

                                                                                      MAIN CHARACTERS

Jatin - 40 something year old,  thriving textile export business.

Radhika - The wife of Jatin

Dhruv - an influential man in his forties, owns a multi-million fashion industry







The village of Nandgaon glowed under the late afternoon sun, its narrow lanes and mud-brick homes softened by hues of amber and rose.  

 
The air carried the sweet scent of jasmine and the warm aroma of fresh parathas cooking in nearby kitchens.  
 
In a grand two-story house with a red-tiled roof and a lush courtyard filled with roses, Radhika, a 36-year-old vision of radiant beauty, stood in the spacious living room, her presence like a flame in the quiet dusk. 
 
Radhika’s beauty was captivating. Her skin shimmered like polished copper, smooth and luminous, catching the light with every gesture. Her almond-shaped eyes, framed by thick, kohl-lined lashes, sparkled with charm and intensity, holding secrets in their depths.  






 
Her full lips, naturally rosy, curved into smiles that could be playful or defiant. Her hair was her crowning glory—a cascade of glossy, jet-black strands flowing like a silken river down to her thighs, shimmering with each movement. 
 
Her figure was a celebration of curves. Radhika’s boobs were full and round, their gentle jiggle noticeable when she moved quickly, a natural feature that drew attention.  
 
Her slender waist led to voluptuous hips, accentuating her most striking feature—her butt. Round, firm, and full, it was outlined by her clothing, adding to her allure. Her presence was magnetic, commanding attention effortlessly. 

This evening, Radhika wore a fitted, emerald-green sundress that hugged her curves, ending mid-thigh to reveal her shapely legs.  
 
Her breasts jiggled slightly as she paced, the neckline dipping to hint at her cleavage. Her hair brushed against her thighs, flowing with her emotions.  
 
She was engaged in a heated argument with her husband, Jatin, a 45-year-old wealthy businessman with salt-and-pepper hair and a polished but weary demeanor, seated on a plush sofa, hands clasped, bracing for Radhika’s dramatic outburst.  
 
Jatin owned a thriving textile export business, requiring frequent international travel, but this time, he was home, facing Radhika’s demands. 
 
Radhika: “Jatin, I’m fed up! Fifteen years of marriage, and no proper honeymoon! Do you know how that feels? Like I’m just a trophy wife left behind while you’re off to Paris or Hong Kong!” 
 
She crossed her arms, her expression fierce. 
 
Jatin: “Radhika, you know my business keeps me on the move. Clients, contracts—it’s not like I’m sightseeing. A honeymoon takes planning.” 
 
He leaned back, rubbing his temples. 
Radhika: “Oh, don’t give me those tired excuses! Every woman in Nandgaon brags—Simran’s Shimla, Kavita’s Goa, even plain Meena got Udaipur! And me? Stuck here, managing your mansion while you close deals!” 
 
She tossed her hair, her eyes flashing with frustration. 
 
Jatin: “We’ve had good times, Radhika. The London trip last year, the emerald necklace I brought back.” 
 
His jaw tightened, his voice calm but strained. 
 
Radhika: “A necklace? One emerald trinket after years of waiting? I want more, Jatin! Diamonds, chokers, earrings that scream wealth!” 
 
Her boobs jiggled as she gestured wildly, her face flushed with passion. 
 
Jatin: “Radhika, you’re being dramatic. The business is demanding.” 
 
He sighed, his shoulders slumping. 
 
Radhika: “Demanding? You find time for your meetings, your first-class flights, but not for me? The woman who hosts your clients, keeps this house perfect?” 
 
She stepped closer, her voice sharp, hands on her hips. 

Jatin: “I’m trying, Radhika. I love you, but this isn’t simple.” 
 
His tone softened, seeking calm. 
 
Radhika: “Simple? I’m not simple, Jatin! I’m alive, I want passion! I want to ride jet boats on Kovalam’s beaches, feel the Indian Ocean’s breeze, wear diamonds that shine like my spirit!” 
 
Her breasts jiggled as she leaned forward, her eyes locked on his. 
 
Jatin: “Jet boats? Kovalam? You’re dreaming big, Radhika.” 
 
He rubbed his forehead, his resolve wavering. 
 
Radhika: “Then make it happen! Take me to Kovalam, Jatin! Let me ride those jet boats, show me off in diamonds. Prove I’m not just your display piece!” 
 
She pointed at him, her expression a mix of defiance and longing. 
 
Jatin: “Alright, Radhika, you win. We’ll go to Kovalam. I’ll plan a honeymoon, and I’ll get you a diamond. Just stop shouting.” 
 
His shoulders slumped, defeated. 
 
Radhika: “You mean it? Kovalam? Jet boats? Diamonds?” 
 
Her face lit up, her hands clapping with excitement. 
 
Jatin: “Yes, anything to make you happy. I’ll book tickets tonight. We’ll leave tomorrow.” 

His voice was weary, his smile faint. 
 
Radhika: “Tomorrow? I’m the happiest woman in Nandgaon! I need to pack my dresses, my jewelry—everyone will be jealous!” 
 
She spun around, her hair flowing like a dark wave. 
 
Jatin: “Just don’t empty the accounts, Radhika.” 
 
He chuckled tiredly, standing to arrange the trip. 
 
Radhika’s triumph was radiant, her dramatic flair satisfied. She hummed a tune, her ass jiggling as she walked to the bedroom, her hair swaying like a silken curtain, already dreaming of ocean waves and sparkling diamonds. 
 
The next morning, the house buzzed with anticipation as Radhika prepared for their trip to the airport. She stood before the bedroom mirror, her reflection a vision of modern elegance.  

She wore a long blue dress that held her body tightly.


 
Her boobs jiggled slightly as she adjusted the neckline, which dipped to hint at her cleavage. Her curves were outlined by the fitted fabric, adding to her allure.  
 
Her hair, a cascade of black silk, flowed to her thighs, shimmering in the morning light. 

Radhika applied subtle makeup—kohl to enhance her almond eyes, pink lipstick to highlight her lips, and blush to amplify her glow.  
 
She wore gold hoop earrings, their jingle echoing her hair’s movement, and a simple gold pendant, a placeholder for the diamonds she craved. Her butt jiggled as she turned to admire her reflection, the dress accentuating its fullness, while her breasts bounced gently.

[nadia]

Jatin stood at the doorway, holding their designer suitcases, his eyes widening at her appearance. 
 
Radhika: “Jatin, look at me! Don’t I look like a star? This dress, this vibe—I feel so glamorous!” 
She spun around, her hair swishing, her face beaming. 
 
Jatin: “You look stunning, Radhika. I’m not used to you in such dresses.” 
 
His voice held surprise, tinged with admiration. 
 
Radhika: “Stunning? I’m dazzling! Perfect for Kovalam—beaches, jet boats, luxury! Don’t you love it?” 
 
She posed with a hand on her hip, her eyes sparkling. 
 
Jatin: “You’re always a vision, Radhika. I’m doing this for you, you know.” 

His smile was soft, but strained. 
 
Radhika: “Oh, Jatin, it’s everything! Jet boats, shopping, five-star dinners—and don’t forget the diamonds!” 
 
She stepped closer, kissing his cheek, her expression radiant. 
 
Jatin: “Anything to see you smile. Let’s go. The car’s waiting.” 
 
His tone was gentle, but weary. 
 
Radhika: “Let’s start our adventure! Kovalam, here we come!” 

She grabbed her purse, her hair flowing as she walked to the door. 
 
Jatin followed, his face a mix of affection and resignation, carrying her desires as they headed to their chauffeured car. 
 
The airport terminal was a lively whirlwind—announcements crackling, suitcases rolling, and travelers’ chatter blending into a hum. Radhika and Jatin sat in the waiting area, their flight to Thiruvananthapuram (for Kovalam) set to board soon. 
 
 Radhika’s coral dress made her stand out, her hair flowing to her thighs, catching the terminal’s lights like a glossy wave.  
 
Her boobs jiggled slightly as she adjusted her shawl, her curves drawing subtle glances from passersby. She savored the attention, her lips curving into a confident smile, her dramatic flair thriving. 
 
Jatin sat beside her, checking his phone, his face tired but calm. 

Jatin: “I’m heading to the restroom, Radhika. Stay here, okay? I’ll be back soon.” 

He stood, stretching. 

Radhika: “Hurry, Jatin! I don’t want to be alone long, but I’ll shine anyway.” 

She turned to him, her smile playful, her eyes gleaming. 
 
Jatin nodded, walking toward the restrooms. Radhika leaned back, crossing her legs, her curves subtly outlined by the dress. She scanned the crowd, her almond eyes taking in the bustle, her confidence magnetic. 
 
The Delhi airport terminal hummed with life, a mosaic of hurried footsteps, rolling suitcases, and muffled announcements. Radhika sat in a cushioned chair near their gate, her coral fit-and-flare dress clinging to her curves, the hem grazing above her knees.  
 
Her jet-black hair, glossy and flowing to her thighs, shimmered under the harsh lights. Her almond-shaped eyes, framed by kohl, flicked across her phone screen as she scrolled through Instagram, her full lips pursed.  
 
Her crossed legs accentuated her voluptuous thighs, and her sleeveless dress revealed her elegant shoulders. Gold hoop earrings jingled softly as she moved, her subtle makeup—pink lipstick, blush, and kohl—enhancing her luminous glow. 
 
Jatin had excused himself to the restroom, leaving Radhika alone. The terminal buzzed: a child tugged at his mother’s saree, a businessman typed furiously on his laptop, and a couple whispered over a shared coffee.  
 
Radhika, absorbed in her phone, liked photos of Kovalam’s  in beaches and diamond jewelry in instagram, her mind drifting to jet boats and ocean breezes. 
 
A man approached, his polished shoes clicking on the tiles. In his mid-forties, he was tall, broad-shouldered, and clad in a tailored navy suit exuding sophistication.  
 
His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed, a faint stubble framing his chiseled jaw. He carried a sleek leather suitcase, its wheels gliding effortlessly.  
 
His dark eyes scanned the seating area, landing on the empty chair beside Radhika. He sat, adjusting his tie, his presence calm yet commanding. 
 
The man, Dhruv, glanced at Radhika, her beauty striking him like a soft melody. Her skin, smooth as polished copper, glowed with every subtle shift.  
 
Her bare shoulders were graceful, her hair a silken cascade that caught the light. Her almond eyes sparkled with intensity, and her full breasts, outlined by her dress, rose gently with each breath.  
 
Her thighs, full and shapely, were a vision of allure. Dhruv’s admiration was silent, his gaze tracing her form with quiet reverence. 
 
Radhika, unaware, felt a surge of pride in her appearance. She opened her phone’s camera, angling it for a selfie. Smiling playfully, she adjusted her hair, letting it fall over one shoulder, then snapped a photo.  
 
She took another selfie , tilting her head to catch the light, then flipped her hair to the other side for a third, her eyes smoldering. Each click boosted her confidence, her beauty a private celebration. 
 
Dhruv - That first photo was stunning, you know. You’ve got a natural glow. No need for more shots. 
 
Radhika - Oh! You startled me. Thank you, that’s sweet of you. 
 
Radhika’s heart skipped, her phone still raised. She turned, meeting Dhruv’s warm gaze, his dark eyes crinkling with a disarming smile.  
 
Their eyes locked, a fleeting connection that sent a shiver through her. Her cheeks flushed, a rare shyness overtaking her usual poise. 
 
Dhruv - I didn’t mean to intrude. You just caught my eye. I’m Dhruv Mehra. 
 
Radhika - It’s fine, really. I’m Radhika Sharma. Nice to meet you. 
 
Dhruv extended his hand, his smile inviting. Radhika placed her hand in his, his grip firm and warm.  
 
The handshake lingered, their fingers brushing as they parted, a spark of awareness passing between them. Radhika tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her earrings jingling. 
 
Dhruv - That ring on your finger is beautiful. It suits you perfectly. Your husband must be proud. 
 
Radhika - Thank you, it’s special to me. Yes, I’m married. It’s been a long time. 
 
Dhruv’s eyes flicked to her wedding ring, a diamond band glinting on her finger. His smile didn’t waver, but Radhika felt his interest deepen.  
 
She glanced at her ring, her fingers grazing it, a mix of pride and awareness stirring within her. 
 
Dhruv - You’re a lucky woman, then. So, where are you headed? Somewhere exciting? 
 
Radhika - Kovalam, actually. It’s a trip I’ve waited for. Finally happening. 
 
 
Dhruv leaned back, his eyes brightening. Radhika’s pulse quickened at the coincidence, a flutter of flattery warming her chest. His gaze, appreciative yet respectful, made her feel radiant. 
 
Dhruv - No way, I’m going to Kovalam too. Business, mostly, but it’s a gorgeous place. Ever been there? 
 
Radhika - First time for me. I’m dreaming of the beaches. And jet boats, maybe. 
 
Dhruv’s eyes drifted briefly to her neckline, where her dress hinted at her cleavage. Her breasts jiggled as she shifted, and he quickly refocused on her face.  
 
Radhika noticed, a quiet thrill coursing through her at his admiration. The conversation felt alive, a dance of words that sparked something new. 
 
Dhruv - Jet boats sound fun. Are you traveling alone? Or with someone special? 
 
Radhika - With my husband, Jatin. He’s here somewhere. We’re making it a big trip. 
 
Dhruv nodded, his expression unchanged, but Radhika sensed his curiosity. She leaned back, her confidence returning, enjoying the ease of their banter.  
 
Nearby, other travelers’ voices drifted: a woman complained about delayed flights, a man laughed about forgetting his charger, a child asked for ice cream. 
 
Radhika - What about you, Dhruv? Flying solo? Or with a team? 
 
Dhruv - Just me this time. I own Mehra Couture, a fashion label. We’re launching a collection in Kovalam. 
 
Radhika - Fashion? That sounds glamorous. What kind of collection? 
 
Dhruv - Resort wear—silks, linens, summer vibes. Kovalam’s perfect for it. Big event with buyers and designers. 
 
Radhika’s eyes sparkled with interest, imagining runway shows and sparkling events. Dhruv’s passion for his work was infectious, his voice warm and engaging. She felt a pull toward him, his attention making her feel vibrant. 
 
Radhika - That must be exciting. Do you always travel for these shows? Or just special ones? 
 
Dhruv - Pretty often, honestly. This one’s big, though. Hoping to sneak in some beach time. 
 
Radhika smiled, her mind flashing to her own plans for Kovalam. The terminal’s noise faded, their conversation a bubble of connection.  
 
A couple nearby argued about luggage weight, their voices a soft hum in the background. 
 
Radhika - Beach time sounds perfect. I’m all about the ocean breeze. And maybe some shopping. 
 
Dhruv - You’d look stunning in our new line. I can picture it already. Maybe I’ll see you there. 
 
Radhika laughed, her cheeks warming at his compliment. Dhruv’s gaze was steady, his interest clear but not overbearing.  
 
She felt a flutter, the conversation stirring something she hadn’t expected. 
 
Suddenly, Radhika spotted Jatin emerging from the restroom, his salt-and-pepper hair catching the light.  
 
He looked weary but composed, his blazer slung over his arm. Overhead, an announcement crackled: “Flight AI-347 to Thiruvananthapuram is now boarding at Gate 12.” 
 
Radhika - Oh, that’s our flight. I should grab my bags. It was nice chatting, Dhruv. 
 
Dhruv - Pleasure was mine, Radhika. Hope we cross paths in Kovalam. Safe travels. 
Radhika stood, slinging her purse over her shoulder, her dress swaying. As she walked toward Jatin, her butt jiggled, the fabric accentuating its fullness.  
 
Dhruv’s gaze followed, lingering on her ass with quiet appreciation. In Radhika’s mind, the conversation replayed, its warmth lingering like a soft melody. She felt alive, the stranger’s attention a secret spark she tucked away. 


 
Reaching Jatin, Radhika joined him in the boarding line, her smile radiant. The terminal was a blur of movement, passengers shuffling toward gates.  
 
Jatin adjusted his glasses, glancing at her with affection. 
 
Radhika - I’m so excited, Jatin. Kovalam’s going to be amazing. I can’t wait for the beaches. 
 
Jatin - You’re glowing already, Radhika. You look beautiful today. Ready for our adventure? 
 
Radhika - More than ready. I’m thinking jet boats and diamonds. And maybe some fun with you. 
 
Radhika leaned in, kissing Jatin softly on the lips, her heart racing. She didn’t mention Dhruv, the encounter a private thrill. Jatin’s eyes softened, his hand resting on her waist. 
 
Jatin - That kiss says it all. What’s got you so playful? Big plans for us? 
Radhika - Oh, you have no idea. Wish I’d gone with you to the restroom. Could’ve had taken your cock in my mouth 
 
Jatin - Radhika! People would’ve heard me groan. You’re too good at that, you know. 
 
Radhika giggled, her voice shameless. She glanced around, ensuring no one was eavesdropping, then leaned closer, her eyes mischievous. The line moved slowly, passengers chatting around them. 
 
Radhika - I wouldn’t care if they heard. Imagine me sucking your cock in there. Would’ve been wild. 
 
Jatin - You’re unbelievable. I love it, but… people are around. Save that energy for Kovalam. 
 
Radhika - Fine, but I’m hungry for you. At the resort, I’ll ride you so hard. Your cock in my pussy, all night. 
 
Radhika’s hand drifted to Jatin’s trousers, brushing his cock lightly. She was standing behind him as they lined up to get into the plane. 
 
Jatin jerked, letting out a soft “ooh,” his eyes widening. She stood behind him, her chin on his shoulder, smiling as she rubbed him gently. 
 
Jatin - Radhika, what are you doing? People might see us. You’re driving me crazy. 
 
Radhika - Just teasing my man. I’m starving for you, Jatin. Can’t wait to have you. 
 
Jatin - You’re shameless, aren’t you? I love it, but… hold off. We’ll have fun soon. 
 
Radhika’s hand lingered, rubbing his cock through the fabric. Jatin shifted, glancing around nervously, a smile tugging at his lips. She tried to slip her hand inside his trousers, but he caught her wrist, chuckling. 
 
Jatin - Easy, love. You’re killing me here. Let’s save this for the resort. 
 
Radhika - Spoilsport. But fine, I’ll wait. It’s gonna be wild, Jatin. 
 
Jatin shook his head, his eyes warm with affection. Radhika’s boldness thrilled him, though her public display made him uneasy. The line inched forward, passengers pulling out boarding passes. 
 
Radhika gazed around, her eyes scanning the crowd. Her breath caught as she spotted Dhruv, far behind in the same line, his suitcase at his feet. He was booked on their flight, his suit still impeccable. 
 
Dhruv’s eyes met hers, and he waved, a charming smile spreading across his face. Radhika’s heart skipped, a mix of surprise and unease washing over her. She didn’t wave back, turning forward quickly. 
 
Jatin - You okay, Radhika? You look like you saw something. What’s wrong? 
 
Radhika - It’s nothing, really. Just excited, that’s all. Come here, you. 
 
Radhika kissed Jatin again, her lips lingering to distract him. Her heart raced, Dhruv’s wave replaying in her mind.  
 
She stole another glance back, finding Dhruv still watching her, his gaze steady. He signaled with a subtle nod, his smile inviting. 
 
Radhika gave a faint smile, her cheeks warming, then looked forward again. 


To be continued.............
 
 

[milfomaniak]

excellent start. Hope Radhika will have a wild ride with Druv. Waiting to see how Radhika will cheat her husband and how will she manage to keep her husband oblivious. Even if her husband sense something I think Radhika will manage it very well.

[nadia]

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.

[snowy69]

Great start and built up bro..
waiting for update..