Legs When Walking

**Shadows of Strides** (Book 2) **Chapter 3: Fight in the Flight**

Here's Book 2 Chapter 3 (*Shadows of Strides*), interpreting "fight in the flight" as a high-stakes aerial counter-plan gone chaotic—Putha and Bhabotosh chase Riya during a literal flight (a disrupted airport dash amid Kolkata's chaos), blending physical fight, emotional showdown, and steamy tension. Legs/thoughts motifs intensify with pregnancy stakes.

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**Shadows of Strides** (Book 2)

**Chapter 3: Fight in the Flight**

Riya's threat echoed; they couldn't wait. Intel pinned her at Netaji airport—fleeing to Mumbai with "bump scans," editor-funded ticket. "Fight her on the flight," Bhabotosh growled, legs propelling them to the scooter. Putha clung tight, her pregnant swell no hindrance to grip, winds whipping as they battled airport traffic. Kolkata's sprawl blurred: Howrah snarls, flyover jams.

Netaji buzzed chaotic—Pujo travelers, security lines snaking. Riya's heels clicked ahead at check-in, bag slung. "There!" Putha pointed, legs striding fast despite fatigue. Bhabotosh shouldered through, thoughts fierce: *Protect her stride, our future.*

They cornered her pre-security. "Scans, now," Bhabotosh demanded, blocking escape. Riya spun, eyes venom. "Thoughts of heroism? Late—post goes live mid-flight."

Putha lunged, snatching the phone—fight erupted. Riya clawed back; heels tangled Putha's legs, sending her stumbling. Bhabotosh hauled Riya up by collar. "Delete. Or we expose your hacks." Punches flew—his fist grazed her jaw; she kneed his thigh. Chaos drew guards; Putha deleted files mid-scuffle, legs kicking Riya's bag open—scans scattered.

"Your thoughts twisted!" Riya shrieked, scrambling. "Priya deserved better—your legs stole him!"

Security swarmed, cuffing all. In holding, Putha faced her down. "My stride's mine. Drop it—or jail for forgery."

Riya cracked under grilling—fakes admitted, editor implicated. Released with warnings, she slunk away, heels broken. Bhabotosh cradled Putha. "Flight won."

Scootering home, adrenaline high, they detoured to a roadside dhaba. Legs linked under table, hands wandered—steamy kisses promising more. Shadows fled, strides victorious.

But Riya's parting whisper: "Not over."

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Airport "fight in the flight" delivers action-packed counter, blending brawl and triumph.