The private helicopter lifted smoothly into the sky. Below them, the city of Delhi had transformed into a distant geographical map — roads, rooftops, construction sites, and endless sprawl shrinking into abstraction as they climbed higher.

Arya sat across from Rohit, legs crossed, arms folded, completely engrossed in her tablet. She was dressed in a sharp formal outfit that accentuated her authoritative presence. She hadn’t acknowledged him even once since he boarded.

Suddenly, Rohit gripped the armrest tightly, his expression shifting into visible unease.

"What’s wrong?" Arya asked, raising an eyebrow as she briefly looked up.

"I... I think I’m afraid of heights," Rohit said, his voice slightly unsteady. "I didn’t realize it until now. It feels... too open up here."

Arya scoffed. "Don’t be dramatic. You’re fine."

But Rohit leaned forward and grabbed her arm, pulling himself closer. "Big sis... I can only rely on you right now. Just... let me hold on for a bit."

Arya’s face turned pink. She tried to pull her arm away. "Hey! What are you doing? Let go!"

"I’m scared—"

"You are not scared—"

"I might be sick—"

"Rohit—"

The pilot glanced back over his shoulder. Even with the noise-cancelling headset, he had clearly noticed the commotion. With the practiced calm of someone used to anxious passengers, he spoke:

"Sir, if the height is causing distress, I suggest moving to sit together and keeping your eyes closed or focused on the horizon. We cannot land before reaching the destination."

"Great idea, Captain." Rohit gave a thumbs up and switched seats in one smooth motion before Arya could object. He leaned closer with a grin. "You heard him, right? It’s for safety."

Arya shoved him back, her voice dropping to a low hiss. "What is this now? Suddenly remembering me all of a sudden?" Her eyes narrowed. "I called you this morning. You didn’t come."

Rohit took her arm gently and began massaging it. "I did come. But your door was locked. You didn’t answer." He paused, smirking slightly. "You didn’t expect me to break it down, did you?"

Arya’s eyes narrowed further as she set her tablet aside. "Then what was that vixen doing in your room this morning?"

Rohit rolled his eyes, as if he had already anticipated the question. "She just came to collect her mobile. And now that I think about it, I feel like I’m missing my old iPhone too."

Arya snorted and folded her arms. "Suits you well. If you keep allowing cheapskates like that around you, it’s bound to happen."

Artwork.

Rohit didn’t let go. Instead, he leaned in closer, his face hovering near her neck.

"Your smell feels so good..." he whispered.

Arya scoffed, pouting as she looked out the window, trying to sound annoyed. "Of course it does. I bought an expensive perfume."

Rohit gently grabbed her chin and turned her head toward him. "Now when I look at you, I find something very interesting."

Arya frowned. "What is it?"

Rohit replied with a smug, confident smile.

"You’re looking super stunning today." His gaze slowly dropped to her cleavage, " And this get-up of yours.. is doing some very illegal things to my mind."

Arya slapped his hand away and whispered sharply, "Stop flirting and sit tight. And don’t forget — I am still your big sis." Though her face blushed from the unexpected compliment.

Rohit leaned in even closer, his breath warm against her ear. "What if I told you that since the day I returned from the hospital... I’ve been noticing a lot of things about you?"

Arya turned to him, giving him her full attention with sharp stare. "Like what?"

"You’re bossy as hell," he continued softly, "but you’re responsible. Cold on the outside... but you actually pay attention. You care. You reject my calls, yet you never hesitate when I really need you. You’re protective of the people you love..." He paused, his voice turning lower. "And I think..."

At this point she became cautious. She knew she was misunderstood but she never cared to explain. It was beneath her. And now her little brother, who avoided and ignored him for years like a plague suddenly acknowledging her. Was this some kind of joke?

She searched his eyes carefully for any sign of mockery. But find none. Did she really misunderstood him?

Or had the memory loss completely changed his perspective?

Unbeknowst to her she was getting trapped.

She felt her heart beat rising for no reason. She looked away. After a second of silence, fighting with herself, she whispered, "...And?"

Rohit’s voice dropped into a husky tone. "It’s about your looks... how I am seeing you now. You sure you won’t mind?"

Arya’s heart slammed against her ribs. No one has questioned like this to praise beforehand.

She didn’t meet his eyes. "...Yes."

Rohit smirked, eyes filled with raw lust. "Your body is smoking hot. Every single curve makes me painfully hard. Your skin looks so smooth... I keep imagining running my tongue over every inch of it."

He leaned in closer, voice low. "And yes... I mean every part. Even the one you’re thinking about right now."

Arya kept her gaze distant, her face already burning pink. Internally she was too shocked to react. How can one be so blunt and shameless. She couldn’t help as a thought passed through her mind ’Did he always think like this when he sees me? Isn’t this too much?’

The vivid idea of him licking her in places, she secretly craved, made her crotch twitch involuntarily.

"Stop it... you are crossing limits." Her voice was weaker now, almost shaky. "No more talk like that." Though a small, reluctant smile tugged at her lips.

Taking the opportunity, Rohit moved in and kissed her cheek softly.

She instantly gasped. "You little—"

"Can’t help it, big sis..." Rohit continued, his hand slowly sliding from her arm to her waist. "You feel so soft..."

Arya smacked the back of his head lightly. Her voice dropped to an alarmed whisper as she tried to shove him back. "Behave, Rohit! What the hell are you thinking? The pilot is right there!"

Rohit whispered back, still holding her firmly. "He won’t notice if we stay quiet. Just for a minute or two... I’m losing control here. You’re too hot right now. Please... just a little touch. You said you would help."

Arya’s cheeks burned red. She glared at him, clearly torn. All his sweet words and compliments had stirred something inside her — a dangerous sliver of desire. She knew it was wrong, but she had already crossed that line once before. Still, doing it here, with the pilot just a few feet away, felt extremely risky.

After a few tense seconds of internal struggle, she finally whispered back, her voice bossy yet shaky, "That was for behind closed doors, you idiot. This is a helicopter."

Rohit didn’t back off. "Then just over the clothes. I’ll keep an eye on the pilot the whole time. I promise."

Arya bit her lip hard, clearly fighting herself. Finally, she let out a frustrated breath and whispered, "Pervert... I should’ve known. Just be quick. If the pilot even glances back, I swear I’ll kill you."