The cabin lights were low, and most of the passengers were asleep as Rohan stood up from his seat. He was a striking man—fair-skinned with a sharp, chiseled jawline and his long hair pulled into a sleek, dark man bun. His physique was massive, his broad shoulders and muscular arms stretching the fabric of his button-down shirt.

He noticed Aisha heading toward the back of the plane. She was breathtaking, a vision of South Asian beauty with a narrow waist that accentuated her deep, provocative curves. Her leggings hugged her lush backside, and her top barely contained the heavy, ample swell of her chest as she moved with a seductive sway.