Her eyes were lifeless.
Struck.
Not blinking.
Not moving.
As if she was in a trance. Lost and wandered.
The grey of her eyes complimented with her thick lashes as she kept on staring at the window and was just able to see the clouds surrounding her as the airplane ripped apart the air, propelling forward.
Beside her, sat Shehryaar who was busy typing something on his laptop.
She supposed it was a response to one of his mails.
At that moment, she wished the plane could crash.
An instant death would be better then the death he was giving her.
Slow and gut-wrenching.
They were on the way to Dubai now on his private jet. The flight was two and a half hour long. This was her first time travelling through an aeroplane.
When it was about to take-off, instinctively she had held his
