A few awkward chuckles followed. Ananya remained composed, offered a polite smile, and moved forward.
But Rakesh wasn’t done. During the flight, he repeatedly pressed the call button — once for water, again after purposely dropping his napkin. Every request was laced with crude comments and smug insinuations.
“You must be doing well in this job,” he said, grinning. “Why waste your time here? Come with me. I’ll give you a better life.”
He chuckled loudly, believing he was being clever — believing he was in control.
