Flights Of Fantasy
In skinny jeans and a halter top, a goddess appeared.
Their eyes met.
Till the entrance. Till the baggage screening. Until the check-in queue, he followed her.
She collected her boarding pass. He was peeping.
I’d prefer 36B – he blurted.
Sir! But this flight goes to Delhi, not Mumbai.
His face dropped.
Walking away, she chuckled.