But Ananya’s gaze began to shift. Behind her calm smile was a quiet resolve growing stronger.
Midway through the journey, while she was serving drinks, Rakesh abruptly stood up and deliberately bumped into her. A full cup of orange juice spilled down her uniform.
“Oh no! My bad,” he said, clearly insincere. “Here, let me wipe that,” as he reached toward her.
His friends nearby laughed boisterously, encouraging him.
This time, Ananya didn’t stay silent. She pushed his hand aside firmly and replied in a steady, clear voice:
“Sir, please behave appropriately. If you continue, I will have to report this to the captain.”
