Soar High

On a red-eye flight from Delhi to London, freshly single Aisha Sharma lets her crimson silk saree slip from one shoulder, daring the handsome stranger across the aisle to do something about it. Minutes later, in the dim galley at 37,000 feet, silk bunches at her waist, bare skin meets cold steel, and the low thrum of engines swallows every moan as they claim each other hard, fast, and utterly without regret. Six hours still remain until touchdown-and the blanket over their seats is already warm with promise.