By this point, Anirudh's mind was completely adrift. The second Aurora knelt before him, he knew exactly what was about to happen—it was like something straight out of one of those Japanese films he'd sneakily watched in the past. Back then, it had all been a fantasy, but here it was, becoming real in front of him—and happening way faster than he could've ever dreamed.
Looking down at Aurora's stunningly seductive face, the sensation was almost too much to bear. It was a thrill unlike any he had known—overwhelmingly intense, intoxicating to the core. In that moment, Anirudh found himself wishing the train would never stop.
*Knock, knock, knock!*
Just as Anirudh's mind was racing, imagining the ride going on forever, the sharp sound of knocking broke through the haze, pulling both of them harshly back to reality.
"The train's about to reach the station. You need to get out," came a voice from outside, the annoyance in it as unwelcome as the interruption itself.
Frustration surged through Anirudh. He wanted to kick down the door and tear apart whoever was outside. Damn it! Didn't they know the cosmic law that said you don't interrupt people at moments like this? Why couldn't they wait just a little longer? Just when things were at their peak!
Aurora, too, had her inner flame snuffed out by the rude interruption. She shot Anirudh a glance filled with regret, her eyes still swimming with lingering desire. Anirudh could only return the look—what kind of bad luck was this?
"Did you hear me? Get out now or I'm opening the door!" The train attendant's voice came again, now loaded with impatience.
"Alright, alright! We're coming!" Anirudh shouted back, his frustration seeping into his voice. What else could they do? If the door was opened and they were found like this, there'd be no way to explain it.
Aurora slowly stood, her disappointment clear as she adjusted the clothes Anirudh had been tugging at moments before. Anirudh let out a long, bitter sigh, muttering under his breath, "Sis... this is torture…"
"Don't worry, sweetie. Just remember my number, and when you get to Chicago, give me a call. I'll make sure to repay you properly then," Aurora whispered, her voice soft but full of promise. She kissed Anirudh lightly on the lips, then, without missing a beat, gracefully opened the restroom door. With the kind of poise only she could muster, she walked back to her seat, leaving the train attendant dumbstruck.
Anirudh trailed after her, tossing a defiant glare at the attendant before striding back into the carriage. His lips still tingled with the lingering taste of Aurora's kiss.
"Hell, I've never seen anyone be so brazen about fooling around," the train attendant muttered under his breath. His words weren't meant for Anirudh's ears, but they reached him nonetheless.
For a brief moment, Anirudh felt an overwhelming urge to spin around and hurl a retort back. But as he glanced at the other passengers, their envious, irritated stares held him back. He wasn't ready to brave that kind of attention just yet.
As he passed Aurora, he shot her a knowing look. She met his gaze with a playful, seductive smile, her eyes glittering with mischief.
A few seats away, a young man watched the entire exchange, his heart burning with jealousy.
"If only I'd been more forward... that could've been me," he cursed silently. Fortunately, he'd had the sense to call for the attendant—otherwise, this beauty would have ended up in the arms of that fool. But surely, in such a short time, nothing too serious could have happened between them... right?
Anirudh returned to his seat, gathering his belongings, but something didn't sit right. Something felt off. Normally, a train attendant would simply remind someone to leave the restroom as the train approached a stop. But threatening to unlock the door? That implied he already knew there were two people inside... and that they weren't there just to use the restroom.
"Don't worry, sweetie. Just remember my number, and when you get to Chicago, give me a call. I'll make sure to repay you properly then," Aurora whispered, her voice soft but full of promise. She kissed Anirudh lightly on the lips, then, without missing a beat, gracefully opened the restroom door. With the kind of poise only she could muster, she walked back to her seat, leaving the train attendant dumbstruck.
Anirudh trailed after her, tossing a defiant glare at the attendant before striding back into the carriage. His lips still tingled with the lingering taste of Aurora's kiss.
"Hell, I've never seen anyone be so brazen about fooling around," the train attendant muttered under his breath. His words weren't meant for Anirudh's ears, but they reached him nonetheless.
For a brief moment, Anirudh felt an overwhelming urge to spin around and hurl a retort back. But as he glanced at the other passengers, their envious, irritated stares held him back. He wasn't ready to brave that kind of attention just yet.
As he passed Aurora, he shot her a knowing look. She met his gaze with a playful, seductive smile, her eyes glittering with mischief.
A few seats away, a young man watched the entire exchange, his heart burning with jealousy.
"If only I'd been more forward... that could've been me," he cursed silently. Fortunately, he'd had the sense to call for the attendant—otherwise, this beauty would have ended up in the arms of that fool. But surely, in such a short time, nothing too serious could have happened between them... right?
Anirudh returned to his seat, gathering his belongings, but something didn't sit right. Something felt off. Normally, a train attendant would simply remind someone to leave the restroom as the train approached a stop. But threatening to unlock the door? That implied he already knew there were two people inside... and that they weren't there just to use the restroom.
The black Audi glided away, but not before the rear window slid down one last time. Aurora's beautiful face reappeared, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. She gestured with her hand like a phone, telling Anirudh to call her, then blew him a flirty kiss before the window rolled back up.
Watching the car disappear into the distance, Anirudh felt a mixture of frustration and disappointment. They'd been so close!
"Heh, do you really think she's into you?" sneered the guy who had ruined the moment earlier. "Did you even see her car? That's a top-tier ride, probably driven by a CEO or some big-time executive. A woman like that would never fall for a guy like you. You're nothing but a toy to her."
"I'll show you who's a toy!" Anirudh had had enough. His rage boiled over, and he swung a punch straight into the guy's nose. Blood exploded from the impact, and the guy collapsed to the ground.
"You hit me? Do you even know who my father is?" the guy screamed, clutching his nose as he staggered to his feet, shock and disbelief on his face.
"I don't give a damn who your father is! You messed up my moment, and now I'm gonna mess you up!" Anirudh snapped, still burning with fury. He kicked the guy hard in the stomach, sending him flying back onto the ground.
"You're dead! Do you even know who my father is? He's the general manager of Road King Group in Chicago. You're finished!" the guy shouted, anger mixed with fear as he tried to stand again, but hesitated to approach Anirudh a second time.
Anirudh wasn't interested in hearing any more. *Road King Group?* What kind of no-name company is that? He'd never even heard of it.
"That's my dad's car over there!" the guy shouted, pointing to a Mercedes E350 parked nearby. "Pretty impressive, huh? Cost over 200 grand. You apologize right now, and maybe I'll let you off the hook," he added smugly, as if the car was his personal badge of importance.
At that moment, a silver-and-black sports car suddenly zipped out from behind the Lexus with a whoosh, coming to a stop right in front of Anirudh.
The Lexus had blocked its view before, and the guy hadn't noticed the smaller car at first. But now, when he laid eyes on the sleek, extravagant supercar, he froze in disbelief. His hands dropped from his bloody nose as he blurted out, "Is that… a Lamborghini Reventón?"
This was a car worth over two million dollars!
Could someone in Chicago actually own such a beast of a car?
"Yeah, that's my aunt's ride. She's here to pick me up," Anirudh said, sounding casual as ever.
"Your *aunt*?" The guy's face twisted in disbelief before turning into a sneer. *What kind of story is he trying to sell?*
But before he could continue mocking, the car's door flipped up, and a tall, striking woman stepped out.
She wore a crisp white shirt under a black blazer that clung to her hourglass figure, with her chest almost straining against the fabric. Below, a tight, short skirt highlighted her long, shapely legs, wrapped in sheer black stockings. Her black high heels clicked with authority as she walked. She radiated power and elegance.
Her face was simply stunning—like a woman barely in her twenties—but her expression held the confidence and allure of someone with experience.
"Anirudh…" she called out as soon as she stepped out of the car, spotting him immediately. With a radiant smile, she walked over and pulled him into a warm embrace.
The guy who had been mocking Anirudh now looked completely dumbfounded. *How could this guy, dressed in cheap, second-hand clothes, be hugged by such a glamorous, sexy woman?*
Not only did Anirudh attract the attention of that beautiful woman on the train, but now he had a wealthy, stunning aunt to boot? *Has the world gone mad, or am I the one losing my mind?*