Felt and Fell

Forty-Three

Aditya

Returning home after dropping my parents off at the railway station, the house felt oddly quiet.

"Zoya!... I'm home."

The last few days had been filled with laughter, chatter, and the usual warmth that comes when family is around.

Now, it was just Zoya and me, and the silence was almost soothing.

I headed straight to the study, intending to catch up on some work, but my mind kept drifting to how well the visit had gone.

My parents had really taken to Zoya, and the thought filled me with a sense of pride and contentment.

She was everything I could have hoped for, and more.

I was sceptical about not having her informed that my parents knew about her...but...A smile tugged at my lips as I recalled the way Zoya had handled everything so well, winning over my parents with her charm.

Lost in thought, I didn’t hear the door to the study open softly behind me.

It wasn’t until I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye that I glanced up from my work.

My breath hitched the moment I saw her—Zoya, leaning casually against the door frame, her lips curled into an impish smile that sent my pulse racing.

But it wasn’t just her smile that caught my attention.

No, it was everything about her at that moment.

She was wearing my uniform shirt, the one I usually wore while flying, but in a way that was anything but professional.

The shirt was just barely buttoned, revealing tantalizing glimpses of smooth, honeyed skin beneath.

My tie hung loosely around her neck, and she had my pilot cap perched playfully on her head, tilted at an angle that somehow made her look both mischievous and utterly irresistible.

The shirt was long enough to cover her modestly, but short enough that her bare legs, toned and flawless, were on full display, making me weak at the knees.

She looked like a fantasy come to life.

Zoya stepped into the room with a confidence that made my heart pound even harder.

She carried a mug of coffee, which she gracefully placed on the table in front of me, just as a cabin crew member would, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned in slightly.

I could smell the faint scent of her perfume... cherries ...the fucking cherries...mixed with the aroma of fresh coffee, and it was enough to make my head spin.

“Your coffee, Captain Hooda,” she said, her voice dripping with playful seduction.

She winked, giving me a mock salute before straightening up, her expression full of mischief. “Anything else I can do for you?” she added, her tone suggestive as she let the words linger in the air.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her, my mind racing with thoughts that were far from innocent. The way she was looking at me, the way she wore my uniform as if she owned it—it was driving me crazy in the best possible way.