Quivering lips - Smooth landing

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Roshan swerved expertly, and turned his airbus ready to park.

The last five minutes of this journey had been extremely turbulent, all thanks to the monsoon, but he had managed to land the plane with ease. The other reason was that nothing was going to come between his sleep and him. He also had a 6:12am he had to fly to Ahmedabad. Ready to crash right at the airport hotel, a quick flick and a glance at his wrist made his watch face light right up.

1:12am. Delhi is wide awake at this hour.

Roshan checked-in at the reception, made the exhausting journey twelve floors up as rain continued to come pouring down on the capital city.

Another five minutes and I'll be in the shower, another ten and I'm in bed.

Once his luggage was settled, he stepped out of his room for a second as he ushered the usher out into the corridor even before the usher could comprehend the crisp note being tucked into his palm as a thank you.

As he turned to walk back in, he glanced at the room next to his, at the drenched-to-her-toes curvy back of a woman as she shifted her weight from one heel to another. She tried her keycard once more and the door gently alerted her with a flash of red dot and a beep that it did not work.

Roshan had almost made it out of her sight - No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-

"Hi, I think my keycard was not activated correctly. May I please call the reception from your room?" she said looking up and meeting his gaze.

No.

"Sure, sorry, I should have offered sooner." Roshan remembered his manners and invited her into his room.

Realising that she was forming a puddle right at the entrance, and that she would continue to do so, she hopped into the bathroom first. Peeling her coat off, she left a trail of water as she hung the coat on the towel bar. Just as she turned, Roshan entered the bathroom, his frame occupying most of the space between them.

"Oh - I.."

"Here's a towel. You should dry yourse-" he stopped mid-sentence. His eyes travelled from her eyes, along her cheeks, her quivering lips.. They passed her shaking shoulders and rested for a moment on her cleavage, as he noticed a drop trail down.

"You are freezing. How long were you getting wet in the rain? Get into the shower."  Roshan turned away and then stopped for a second. Turning back, he asked," what is your name?"

"Captain Anjali Mehta."

She considered Roshan's offer - he was kind and firm. And she honestly could always wrap herself in the bathrobe and go back to her room. Anything to make her feel warm soon.

"Before you step in, I should let you know. I'll be stepping in with you. You're freezing and this will only help warm you up faster." saying this, Roshan unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off his torso.

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