Chapter Two: Soaring into Dreams

The low hum of the jet engines vibrated through the luxurious cabin, a soothing rhythm that seemed to calm Ayan’s frayed nerves. As he sank into the plush leather seat, the reality of where he was hit him—thousands of feet above the ground, en route to Vienna in a private jet owned by a woman he had just met. It all felt surreal, like a scene from one of his music videos.

Saba sat across from him, her posture relaxed, a glass of red wine cradled in her hand. She watched him with an amused smile, as if she could read his thoughts. The dim lighting cast soft shadows on her face, highlighting the sharp angles of her cheekbones and the softness of her lips. There was an air of mystery about her, an allure that drew Ayan in, making him forget the ache in his heart.

“Comfortable?” she asked, her voice cutting through the gentle drone of the engines.

Ayan nodded, trying to match her calm demeanor. “I’ve never been on a private jet before,” he admitted, a hint of awe in his voice.

Saba chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Ayan’s spine. “You get used to it,” she said, taking a sip of her wine. “I find it’s the best way to travel. Peaceful, away from the chaos.”

Ayan couldn’t help but agree. The isolation of the jet, the way it felt removed from the world below, was a welcome respite from the turmoil in his mind. He took a deep breath, feeling the tension in his shoulders ease just a little.

Saba set her glass down on the polished table between them and leaned forward, her gaze never leaving his. “You look like you could use some rest,” she said softly. “You’ve been through a lot.”

Ayan looked down at his hands, the memories of Alizeh’s wedding still fresh, the pain of her rejection a dull throb in his chest. “I don’t know if I can sleep,” he confessed. “My mind won’t stop.”

Saba nodded in understanding. “Then let me help,” she said. She rose from her seat with a fluid grace that was almost hypnotic and moved to a small cabinet at the side of the cabin. From it, she retrieved a small vial and a soft silk scarf.

Ayan watched her with a mix of curiosity and hesitation. “What’s that?” he asked.

Saba returned to her seat, holding up the vial. “A blend of essential oils,” she explained. “Lavender, chamomile, a touch of sandalwood. It helps with relaxation. And this,” she added, holding up the scarf, “will block out the light. Trust me, Ayan. Just close your eyes and breathe.”

There was something comforting about her tone, a quiet authority that made Ayan want to obey. He nodded, feeling oddly **** yet safe in her presence. As Saba leaned closer, he caught the faint scent of her perfume, a heady mix of jasmine and musk that filled his senses. She dabbed a few drops of the oil onto her fingers and gently touched his temples, her touch feather-light, her movements slow and deliberate.

“Close your eyes,” she murmured, her voice a soothing whisper. “Breathe in deeply. Let the tension melt away.”

Ayan obeyed, closing his eyes, and inhaled the calming scent. He felt Saba’s fingers move to the back of his neck, kneading gently, and he couldn’t help but relax under her touch. The tension in his muscles eased, and his mind, which had been racing with thoughts of Alizeh, began to quiet.

“There you go,” Saba whispered, her voice a soothing lullaby. “Just let go.”

As Ayan drifted on the edge of consciousness, he felt Saba’s hands withdraw. The soft silk of the scarf brushed against his skin as she tied it gently around his head, blocking out the last traces of light. In the darkness, surrounded by the gentle hum of the jet and the lingering scent of the oils, Ayan felt himself slipping into a deep, restful sleep.

In his dream, the world around him was a blur of colors and sensations. He found himself standing in a room filled with soft candlelight, the air thick with the scent of jasmine. The walls were draped in rich, red fabric, creating an atmosphere that was both intimate and sensual. Music played softly in the background, a haunting melody that tugged at his emotions.

Saba was there, standing in front of him, her eyes dark and inviting. She wore a dress that clung to her curves, the fabric shimmering in the dim light. Her hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders, framing her face in a halo of darkness. She looked at him with a gaze that was both tender and predatory, a look that made Ayan’s heart race.

“Ayan,” she whispered, her voice a sultry caress that sent a jolt of desire through him.

He stepped closer, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. His hands reached out, almost of their own accord, brushing against the soft fabric of her dress. Saba’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned into his touch.

“Ayan,” she whispered again, her voice thick with need.

He pulled her closer, his hands sliding down her back, feeling the warmth of her body against his. Saba’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him down to meet her lips. The kiss was electric, a surge of heat that spread through Ayan’s body, awakening a desire he hadn’t realized he had. Her lips were soft and demanding, moving against his with a hunger that matched his own.

They stumbled backward, Saba’s back hitting the wall as Ayan pressed against her, his hands roaming over her body. Her skin was warm and smooth, her curves fitting perfectly against him. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart, echoing his own, as their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time.

Saba’s hands slipped under his shirt, her touch sending shivers down his spine. She pulled the fabric over his head, tossing it aside, her eyes raking over his bare chest with a look of appreciation. Ayan’s hands moved to the hem of her dress, lifting it slowly, revealing the smooth expanse of her legs. He kissed her again, harder this time, his tongue exploring the sweetness of her mouth.

Saba moaned softly, her hands sliding down to the waistband of his jeans, her fingers deftly undoing the button. Ayan gasped as she touched him, her fingers wrapping around his length, stroking him slowly, teasingly. He bucked against her hand, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice a hoarse plea.

Saba’s eyes met his, her gaze burning with desire. “What do you want, Ayan?” she asked, her voice a sultry murmur.

“You,” he breathed, his hands sliding up her thighs, lifting her dress higher. “Only you.”

With a soft smile, Saba pulled him closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “Then take me,” she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

Ayan didn’t need any more encouragement. He lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist, and pressed her against the wall. Saba’s head fell back, her eyes closing in ecstasy as he entered her, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that was both primal and passionate.

The world around them disappeared, leaving only the heat of their bodies, the sound of their breathing, and the electric connection that bound them. Ayan lost himself in the sensation, in the feel of Saba’s body beneath his, in the way she moved with him, matched him, drove him to the edge of pleasure and beyond.

As they reached the peak, their cries mingling in the air, Ayan felt a sense of release, a freedom that he hadn’t known he craved. In that moment, he wasn’t thinking of Alizeh, or the pain of his unrequited love. There was only Saba, and the fire they had ignited together.

Ayan woke with a start, his breath coming in short gasps, his body slick with sweat. The dream lingered in his mind, vivid and real, the sensations still tingling on his skin. He looked around, disoriented, the darkness of the cabin a stark contrast to the vibrant colors of his dream.

Saba was still seated across from him, her eyes watching him with a knowing smile. The scarf had slipped from his eyes, hanging loosely around his neck. She took a sip of her wine, her gaze never leaving his.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked, her voice smooth, unperturbed.

Ayan swallowed, his mouth dry, the memory of the dream making his pulse race. “Yes,” he replied, his voice hoarse. “I did.”

Saba’s smile widened, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Good,” she said, setting her glass down. “Because we have a long flight ahead of us, and there’s much more to discover.”

As Ayan met her gaze, he felt a thrill of anticipation, a spark of something new. For the first time in a long while, he wasn’t thinking about the past, or the pain of lost love. He was here, now, in this moment, with a woman who intrigued and challenged him in ways he hadn’t expected.

And as the jet soared through the night sky, Ayan couldn’t help but wonder what other dreams Saba would inspire, and what reality would bring when they finally landed.