Those blue eyes
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Naina’s POV
In my sleep, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder.
“Ma’am, please wake up,” a sweet female voice said.
I slowly opened my eyes, blinking at the smiling flight attendant. My brows furrowed in confusion.
Seeing my expression, she chuckled softly. “Ma’am, we’ve just landed in New York.”
“Huh?” I mumbled in my head.
I turned my head and realised the plane was empty. Completely empty. Except for me.
Oh God. So embarrassing.
Ma is right. I’m a panda. All I do is eat and sleep!
I quickly jumped to my feet, snatched up my bags, muttered a thousand apologies, and rushed out of the plane, my cheeks burning.
Third-person POV
At the VIP lounge of New York airport, Jack sat with one leg crossed over the other, exuding the authority of a man used to ruling.
“Sir, everything is ready,” his secretary informed.
“Hm,” he hummed lazily, rising from his seat. Coffee in one hand, phone in the other, he walked out.
Jack’s sharp blue eyes stayed glued to his phone screen, his mind busy with business, until—
Crash!
Coffee spilt everywhere. The hot liquid splattered across a girl’s dress, and Jack looked up just in time to see her stumble backwards. Instinctively, he moved forward, wrapping an arm around her waist before she could fall.
For the first time in years, his heart skipped.
Because when she opened her eyes, he was staring into a pair of soft brown ones—filled with innocence, yet carrying unspoken fire.
And she? She found herself staring at an ocean of cold, unreadable blue. Emotionless… yet pulling her in dangerously.
Naina’s POV
I had asked for the washroom directions earlier, but the staff spoke so fast—in an accent I couldn’t understand—that I gave up and decided to find it myself.
I was busy reading the signboards when—bam!—I collided with something hard. A wall. No… not a wall. A man.
Before I could fall, two strong hands circled my waist, holding me steady.
I opened my eyes—and froze.
Blue eyes. Icy, sharp, deep enough to drown me. And yet, my heart stuttered when he didn’t look away.
For a long second, neither of us moved. My hands had flown up around his neck, his arm was still wrapped firmly around my waist. Our faces were so close, noses almost brushing.
His gaze flickered down to my lips. My breath caught. He was staring… too long, too intensely.
And I—oh God—I was staring back.
A loud throat-clearing broke the spell. We both snapped out of it, quickly letting go. My cheeks were on fire.
Then a sharp sting pulled my attention down. My hand was red and swollen, and my favorite red dress was ruined with coffee stains.
“Oh no,” I muttered, trying to wipe it off uselessly.
Third-person POV
While Naina fussed over her dress, Jack’s gaze lingered shamelessly.
She was unlike the women he usually saw—those painted in layers of makeup, desperate for his attention. No, this girl wore almost nothing on her face, and yet… she glowed.
Her long, dark hair tumbled naturally down her shoulders. Her simple red dress, off-shoulder, revealed smooth skin at her collarbone. And her lips… heart-shaped, pink, tempting.
Jack’s throat went dry. His jaw tightened. Dirty, forbidden thoughts invaded his mind, thoughts he never had before—about a stranger, no less.
What the hell is happening to me? He cursed inwardly. He never gave women more than a glance. Yet here he was, practically devouring this one with his eyes.
His secretary and bodyguards exchanged stunned looks. Usually, if someone so much as brushed against their boss, he’d lash out. But this? This was something else.
Are we dreaming? They thought. Is she… the future Madam Boss?
Naina’s POV
“Don’t you think you should at least apologise for what you just did?” I snapped, pointing at my ruined dress. “And I’m not even asking for compensation. This was my favourite dress!”
I forced myself to look into his eyes as I said it, though my heart was racing.
Hayeee, my mind betrayed me. Why are his eyes so dangerously beautiful?
He pulled my hand suddenly, slipping cash into it. His voice was cold, deep, commanding—like thunder rolling in the sky.
“I don’t apologise. And you don’t need to create drama for money. That should be enough for your dress.”
And just like that, he turned to leave.
For a second, I stood frozen. His voice… God, his voice. But then his words sank in.
Money? Drama? Did he just—
WHAT THE HELL DID HE THINK OF HIMSELF?
First, he ruined my dress. Then, he insulted me.
Did he just… buy my silence with cash?
No way. Not me. Not Naina Joshi.
My fists clenched. My blood boiled.
“Oyeeee!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the VIP hall. “Stop right there!”
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