His Mira | Her Revenge

🦋 Thirteen • Reverie And Romance 🦋

“You own a private jet?” Miraya asked her husband while staring at the jet in front of her as they stood at the runway of Awadh's  international airport.

“Why do you look so surprised?” He chuckled.

“But you won't have permission to fly it internationally,” Miraya pointed out. It was hard for her to believe that her husband was way richer than she had thought he would be.

“Why do you keep forgetting that I've made a fortune from short selling? And I do have permission to fly it internationally.”

Miraya looked at him suspiciously.

Shashank huffed, “Why are you giving me that look? Let's go,” He took a hold of her wrist and together they boarded the flight.

A female flight attendant greeted them. She introduced herself as Kavya and was going to look after their needs for the six hours long flight to Turkey.

“Let's head to the bedroom,” Shashank whispered to Miraya, who looked at him quite surprised.

“There's a bedroom too?” She whispered back.

Shashank shook his head and put his hand on the small of her back, guiding her to the bedroom.

Miraya had expected the bedroom to be plain white, something similar to hospital wards. But she was terribly wrong. The room was quite decent. It wasn't luxurious, but it was cozy and looked much better than the picture in Miraya's head.

She entered the room through the narrow entrance. On her right side, there was a bed with a cute, little bookshelf on the headrest. The headrest was actually attached to the same wall as the one with entrance. On her left side, there were two windows, the usual windows aeroplanes have. And beneath those windows there was a console table and next to that there was a cupboard.

Shashank closed the door and pushed Miraya on the bed.

“Shashank! We just boarded the jet!” She whisper yelled at him.

He removed his coat and threw it on the console table before lowering down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. His hand went down and slid inside her white sundress. His fingers traced their paths up to her thighs and were about to slid inside her panties when someone knocked the door.

Shashank unwillingly ended the kiss and pulled his hand out from between her thighs. With a sour mood, he opened the door while Miraya quickly corrected her appearance. It was the flight attendant standing outside with drinks.

“Sir, here's the refreshment drinks.”

Shashank took the tray of drinks from her and put it on the console table.

“Do you need something else, sir?”

“No, but we'll call you if we need anything,” He replied politely and closed the door.

Miraya was sipping the orange juice. He sat down beside her and picked his drink. He took not more than ten seconds to finish his drink and put the glass back to the table. He was waiting for Miraya to finish her drink so they could continue making out but Miraya was intentionally taking longer than usual. So he took the glass from her hand and finished her drink before putting the glass down.

Miraya frowned at him, “That was my drink.”

“Miraya, I'm getting impatient. Let's do it again,” Saying so he leaned in to kiss her but Miraya moved away and pulled out a book from the bookshelf. She began pretending to read the book while Shashank kept staring her in annoyance.

He removed his shoes and took off his belt before lying down on the bed, facing the wall. Miraya chuckled at his attempt to act angry. She put the book back in the bookshelf and laid down beside him. Her hands snaked around his torso and she began peppering kisses on the side of his neck.