I had always dreamed of visiting Paris, the city of love, with my soulmate. But fate had other plans for me.
I had traveled to many countries as a successful businesswoman, but I had always turned down any offers from France.
I wanted to save that experience for a special occasion, with a special person. But now, I was on my way to Paris with the last person I wanted to see: the man who had hurted me so much and even choked me to death. How did this happen?
I can't believe I'm on this plane right now. I'm supposed to be going to Paris with my husband, but he hates me and I hate him too.
We're only staying together for the sake of appearances, but we can't stand each other. We're sitting on different seats, as far away as possible. At first sit a man and then me, after that a lady and then my so called husband.
The problem is, the man beside me is trying to flirt with me non-stop. He keeps making lame jokes, touching my arm, and asking me personal questions and same goes to that lady, She was too touchy with Aditiya right before but now he is asleep.
The man doesn't seem to notice that I'm wearing a wedding ring, or that I'm not interested in him at all. My so-called husband is sleeping right now, snoring loudly. He doesn't care about me or what I do. He probably has a mistress waiting for him in Paris. I wish I could just get off this plane and start a new life somewhere else.
The plane suddenly lurched and started to shake violently. I felt a surge of fear and looked at my husband, who had just woken up. "Are you okay?" The man asked me, holding my hand. He nodded, but his eyes were wide with panic. "What's happening?" Aditiya whispered. The flight attendant came over and tried to reassure us that everything was okay. "Don't worry, it's just some turbulence. We'll be fine," she said with a smile.
The woman next to me ignored the fact that we were flying through a lightning storm. She just kept on pursuing my husband, Aditiya, and making him nervous.
She stroked his arm and said, "So, tell me more about yourself. You look like a very intriguing man."
He jerked away and replied, "There's nothing to tell. I'm a businessman. I own a software company."
She beamed and said, "That's wonderful. You must be very clever and innovative." I wanted to strangle her. She was so arrogant and impolite.
I loathed her for trying to lure my husband. I loathed him too, for not being more firm with her. We had a dreadful marriage, forced by our families.
We barely acknowledged each other, and we had nothing in common. He was a rich and handsome man, and I was a rich too but humble woman.
He never valued me, and I never valued him. But he was still my husband, and I had to safeguard him from other women who might try to take him away from me.
I had a rigid sense of honor, even if it was not recognized.
I sneezed and said, "Excuse me, but we're trying to survive this flight here. Could you please shut up?" She looked at me with a fake regret and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to annoy you. I was just making some friendly conversation."
She turned back to my husband and said, "By the way, I'm Priya. And you are?" He moaned and said, "I'm Aditiya. And this is my wife, Aditi."
She pretended to be astonished and said, "Oh, you're married? I had no idea. You don't behave like a married couple."
I exploded and said, "What do you mean by that?" She shrugged and said, "Nothing. It's just that you don't seem very loving or happy together. Are you having some troubles?"
I glared at her and said, "That's none of your concern. Why don't you leave us alone?" She chuckled and said, "Don't be so aggressive. I'm just trying to help. Maybe you need some guidance on how to spice up your marriage."
I snapped and said, "That's it. This is the last straw. Get away from us right now or I'll call the flight attendant. For your rude information, I'm not jealous, But What's mine is always mine, Always" She rolled her eyes and said, "Fine. Whatever you say. But don't blame me if your husband gets bored of you and finds someone else."
She got up from her seat and walked away, leaving me boiling with anger. I didn't pay attention and thought to go to washroom leaving Aditya staring at me with shock.
But as I walked away, I bumped into a man who was holding a briefcase. The briefcase fell to the floor and opened up, revealing stacks of cash and a gun.
I gasped and looked at the man, who had a panicked expression on his face. He quickly grabbed the briefcase and tried to close it, but I had already seen too much.
He pointed the gun at me and said, "Don't move or I'll shoot!" I was terrified and didn't know what to do.
I wondered if this was some kind of robbery or drug deal gone wrong. I wished I had never left my house that morning. I glanced around and saw that no one else was their to help me, everyone was terrified.
I felt helpless and alone. I thought about my family and friends, and how much I loved them. I hoped they would be okay without me. I prayed that the man would spare my life, or that someone would come to rescue me
Then, I heard a familiar voice behind me. "Drop the gun, now!" It was Aditiya.
No one perspective
He had been following the man for weeks, trying to bust him for his dead in his business. He aimed his own gun at the man and ordered him to surrender. Aditya then took out something and open the cap of it, with that time everyone faint.
The man who was having a gun, covered his nose because he knew it and Aditiya also covered Aditi's nose. Aditi couldn't believe it. Her husband had saved her life. The question peeked her mind, that he was a Ceo, how come he was holding gun?
She turned around and saw him standing there. Before she could know, He shoot the men already on his knees.
She hugged him and thanked him for saving her. He hugged her back and said, "Don't worry, I'm here for you." As he held her in his arms, he felt something he had never felt before. He realized that he cared for her more than he thought.
He looked into her eyes and saw the fear, the gratitude, and something else. Something that made his heart skip a beat. He leaned in and was just a inches far from her soft lips. Aditi has already closed her eyes but Aditiya just kissed her forehead.
But their happiness was short-lived. As he kissed her forehead, they heard a loud bang. The man with the briefcase had fired his gun at them, hoping to escape. But Aditya was fast enough to shoot him on his chest and in a few second he was dead.
(You may wonder when he is rich then why he didn't choose his own jet, the reason here is as Aditi insists to behave like a normal citizen and now Aditi knows that what Aditiya was saying for jet was correct as he is not a normal citizen.)
After some time all the passengers also woke up and thanked Aditya and as he was arrogant, didn't even paid a glance.
The flight soon landed in Paris. Government of Paris was informed by the mess in Aeroplane and they paid for everyone safety.
After the incident neither Aditi spoke nor Aditiya. It was awkward for them after him kissing on her forehead.
They reached the hotel which his father booked and was standing at the receptionist "How may I help you sir?".
Aditi looked at her in disbelief as she was also standing there but she didn't even glanced and Aditi knew, she was flirting. "Here we go again. " Aditi muttered and a chuckle left Aditiya mouth.
"There is room booked for us in the honeymoon package, on the name of mine" She waited and then asked him "Your name sir?".
"Aditiya Singh Rathore" the lady was Indian as her batch and her face displayed it. She took a minute and typed something in laptop and then looked at the couple.
"Is she your wife?" she asked but looked at Aditi in disgusted way. "Yeah, She is. Unfortunately" He said but the last one was whisper which was only audible to Aditi, she just smiled sadly though at her fate.
"Name?" Receptionist asked, before Aditiya could say anything, Aditi said "Aditi Suryavanshi" Aditi knew that she wasn't a Suryavanshi anymore but after him saying 'Unfortunately', She didn't had any mood to say 'Rathore'.
She looked at the receptionist with a puzzled expression. "There isn't anyone here with this name", the woman said, scanning the list of guests. Aditi realized that Aditya had used her new surname to make the reservation. "Aditi Singh Rathore", she tried again, hoping to find their room. Aditya shook his head and smiled mischievously. "Wrong" he said, leaning closer to her. "Aditi Aditya Singh Rathore". She gasped, feeling a surge of emotion. She hadn't expected him to do this.
He whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her skin. "Your name is linked to mine -" he paused for dramatic effect, then continued, "- forever".