The cabin lights had dimmed for the long-haul flight over the Arabian Sea, leaving the aisles bathed in a soft, midnight blue. Meera, dressed in her sharp, navy flight attendant uniform that hugged her lush, hourglass figure, walked the quiet aisle. Every sway of her heavy hips sent the silk of her skirt straining against her curves.

She stopped at seat 4B, where Kabir sat. He was massive, his fair skin glowing in the dim light, his dark hair pulled back into a sleek, tight man bun that emphasized his rugged jawline. Even sitting down, his broad shoulders seemed to take up the space of two seats.