Dear all...My new story with Purvi and Sachin. This is based on a novel (Mills and Boon series) I read in my college days - must be some 15 years back...the book must be older than that time...the idea used is from the novel some scenes too..but there will be lots of changes to it as a lot has changed in these years (use of mobile, internet) and I need to modify it. Also, the setting will be slight Indian values so of course that will be a change too. Read on and let me know. Also, the first few chapters will be in English as the characters are based out of London and Paris in the start, we will soon shift to India and Hindi in the upcoming chapters !
On a flight, New york to London
A pretty airhostess is serving after dinner drinks to the passengers in the first class cabin of a British Airways flight from New York to London.
Drunk passenger: I would like another drink please..
Air hostess (smiling): Certainly sir..
She prepares his drink and places it in front of him. The man looks at her lustily and smiles licking his lips. The air hostess still smiles and as she turns, she softly abuses him and takes the cart back to the galley.
Air hostess (mumbling): Son of a b****, bas**** what does he think of himself..
Air hostess 2: hey Clara… what's the matter..
Clara: oh Purvi..there is a sicko in seat 27E…he is acting fresh with me, touching me here and there and he is drunk now..I am sure in his sick mind he has probably undressed me already..why do these men think we are so ready for them..
Purvi: Relax..we all know it's a part of our jobs…you sit here now and take some rest.
They both sit back and relax. Its well past dinner and most passengers are asleep. Clara sits and massages her feet.
Clara: ohh my feet..whoever says being an air-hostess is glamorous..its soo fu***** tiring and kills my feet everytime..and we have to deal with these sickos..
Purvi: I told you to come early yesterday night..but no you stayed up late partying in the club and see you didn't get your sleep before this flight..no wonder you are so tired and irritated..
Clara (smiles): yeah..but you know we ran into that group from Pan-Am airlines and boy do they know how to have fun..hey I got phone numbers of 2 handsome pilots..shall I set up a double date next week for both of us?
Purvi (laughs): Double date with you?..I stand no chance with a pretty face like you..you go ahead and have fun…
Clara: hey don't you laugh….i know why you are avoiding this…you still trying your luck with Edward, the handsomest pilot of British airways…so you never told me how was your last date with him? Did he propose to you yet?
Purvi (blushes): No..not yet..I had a wonderful time..he is a perfect gentleman..but its too soon for both of us..
Clara(rolls her eyes): Come on Purvi…shed your Indianness..you are British for god'sake…go for him..break your vow of virginity..I am telling you he is real gooood..
Purvi (looks into her eyes): This has nothing to do with my country. It's just I don't feel I am ready to take it to a physical level with Eddy or anyone ..he understands me..
Clara (sighs): Whatever you say….
Their conversation is interrupted by a ring of a bell. Clara parts the curtain and curses again..
Clara: Damn! Its him again…that sicko..I am gonna give him one rap now..
Purvi: Hey Clara..calm down..I will go..
Purvi goes to the man and switches the bell off.
Purvi (smiling): Yes sir..what can I get for you?
Man (drunk): where is the other girl?
Purvi (smiling): I am afraid she is busy. I can help you out….
Man (drunk): yeah..you are pretty too..i need a drink..repeat..
Purvi: certainly sir..
She goes to the galley, makes his drink and takes it out to serve him. The man takes the drink, opens his wallet and a currency note falls down. He looks at Purvi, she bends down to get it for him and he pinches her behind. Purvi takes a sharp breath and gets up straightening her skirt..
Man (smiling): you liked it? I have more money….
Purvi (smiling): Are you enjoying this flight sir?
Man (confused): What?
Purvi (loudly): I said..are you enjoying this flight sir? Some passengers wake up and see the commotion.
Man (stammering): Yy..yesss..
Purvi (smiling): that's very good..would you care to share this happiness with our pilot? He happens to be my husband and I must say he is very well built, just about 6 feet tall and a martial arts expert. So shall I escort you to him? Sir…you haven't replied..
The man looks scared. Clara looks from behind and is enjoying this scene.
Man (scared): No..its fine..
Purvi (still smiling): Oh…you have changed your mind..I hope you have a nice time…Good night.
She walks back to admiring glances by some passengers who are awake and saw the whole drama.
Clara: Wow..that was a neat trick..how did you think of that..
Purvi: In my first flight after training, some idiot made a very cheap comment on my body and I got so angry that I poured the drink on his head. I was reported immediately. My fellow air-hostesses took me aside and told me this trick.
Clara: awesome! I just hope he doesn't find out that the pilot is a fat, balding man and that he is gay !
The two girls spend the remainder of the flight relaxedly and soon its time to land. Clara takes the microphone and makes the landing announcement.
Purvi and Clara stand at the door smiling and waving at the passengers including the cheap man. After all the passengers leave, the girls check the first class portion of the airplane to make sure no one's left anything and then leave with the entire crew of other airhostesses, pilots and officers.
They go straight to the airlines office, they have to deposit the tips and money they earned through in-flight services, complete some formalities before they can go and crash on the bed with exhaustion.
Purvi and Clara live in London in a shared flat. Purvi is Indian but her parents settled in London since her birth. She now only has a younger brother, Pankaj who works in Paris. Her parents got divorced and have died since.
Purvi sits on the chair in exhaustion and signals to Clara they should leave. She reaches the door, her supervisor calls her back.
Purvi: Oh no Mr Smith..have I forgotten something?
Mr Smith: No..you have an urgent telephone message…here it is..he hands a slip to her.
Purvi reads the slip and hurriedly takes her mobile phone. She switches it on and sees many missed calls and messages from a Paris telephone number. She looks very worried.
Clara: Purvi..whats the matter? Whose message is it?
Purvi (worried): Its from Paris..i bet Pankaj is again in some trouble.
She dials Pankaj's mobile number, his Paris flat number. He doesn't pick it up. Worried, she calls Pankaj's flat mate – Sean.
Purvi: Hi here…
Sean: Oh Thank god..I have been trying to call you since morning..
Purvi: I just landed in London..where is Pankaj..i hope he is fine..
Sean: I am sorry..its bad news..Pankaj has been arrested..he is in lock up..you better hurry up here..
Purvi keeps her phone down and stands there stunned.
Clara:Purvi..lets go..whats the matter? You look so tensed..is Pankaj fine?
Purvi (tears): No…he is in big trouble…big trouble..I need to go to Paris..now..she runs to the airlines office.
How will Purvi save her brother? Keep reading
