Myra woke around 8 PM when Ritwik gently nudged her. “Myra it’s time for our flight. We are due to leave in half an hour.”
Myra woke with a start in strange surroundings. She didn’t recognize this room. Then she remembered this was Ritwik’s house and one of his bedrooms.
She freshened up in the ensuite bathroom. She changed to a pant suit for the journey to Maldives.
Myra came out of the room to find a Ritwik dressed in casual jeans and US polo T shirt looking as gorgeous as ever. Was there anything that he wore and he didn’t look handsome? ,thought Myra.
His driver dropped them to the airport where they boarded his private jet for the flight. Myra had never expected his jet to be so glamorous. It had a separate living area which seated at least ten people and a bedroom with ensuite bathroom.
The two airhostess offered her something to drink but she refused. Ritwik asked for a glass of wine. And opened his laptop to work. After an hour of being airborne they were served dinner comprising of delicious Indian food.
“ Myra you may rest in the bedroom if you want I have some work to finish”
“Ritwik I am pregnant not ill. I don’t want to sleep . Infact I have nothing to do and since I am not in the habit to sit idle it is difficult to pass my time.”