Unexpected Connection

Why are you Restless?

The thought should have made her feel powerful, in control. After all, she hadn’t been the weak, heartbroken woman who let herself get used, but not this time. This time, she had taken what she wanted and needed, sex.

Was he in his own room right now, running his fingers through his hair, struggling with the same thoughts she was? Would he lie awake on his jet, staring at the ceiling, replaying every moment of last night? Perhaps not, maybe he was happy to go back home to his family.

She stood after oiling her body, dropping the towel as she strode toward her suitcase, pulling out a crisp black dress and slipping it over her body. Every movement was deliberate, every thought a reminder, she was in control now.

Last night had shifted the balance.

She had power over him now.

Shah Rukh might go back to his wife, to his perfect, well-crafted life, but something had changed. He would carry her with him, a secret he could never confess, a memory he could never erase.

Kajol smirked to herself as she fastened the delicate clasp of her watch. He thought he had taken from her, that he had used her for a moment of escape. But she had taken from him too.

His restraint. His control. His certainty.
And that was something no amount of guilt or denial could give back.

By the time her private jet was ready for takeoff, she had already made up her mind. Shah Rukh was no longer a weakness, he was a man caught in the web she had allowed him to step into.

She leaned back in her seat as the jet ascended, her gaze fixed on the horizon. Tomorrow, she would walk into her office with her head high, untouched by last night.

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Shah Rukh’s POV

The jet cut through the sky, but Shah Rukh wasn’t paying attention. He sat in his private cabin, a glass of whiskey in hand, staring blankly at the untouched paperwork in front of him. He had told himself he would work on the flight back, distract himself, regain focus after what Kajol had done to him.

But all he could think about was her.

The way she had let go while with him, surrendering completely, but never in a way that made her seem weak. No, she had met him head-on, matched his hunger, his desperation. She had moaned his name with an urgency that had done something to him, something dangerous. She had woken up a beast in him.

He had expected regret to set in by now. Guilt. That nagging voice in his head reminding him of the life he was returning to. But instead, all he felt was an unbearable pull toward her.

He could still feel the heat of her body, the sweet intoxicating taste of her pussy invaded his senses, the way her nails had dug into his back, the way she had arched into him without hesitation. He remembered the way her pussy looked like a flower opening up for him when she spread her legs for him. There had been no pretense with her, no reservations. She had wanted him as much as he had wanted her. She had made the encounter so memorable. He had never been with a woman who made him loose his control like that.

And that changed everything.

Shah Rukh ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. He was getting hot and bothered thinking about her. What the hell had he done?

Before, it had been easy to maintain distance. Kajol had been an attraction, a temptation, but nothing he couldn’t control. He had convinced himself that his desire for her was fleeting, something that would pass with time.

But after last night?

He knew, without a doubt, that he would never be able to forget her.

He closed his eyes, gripping the glass tighter. She was probably on her own jet now, heading back home as if nothing had happened. That’s what stung the most was the way she had left without hesitation, without even looking back.