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Two months later,

Sixty thousand feet above a churning Arabian Sea, raj nursed a lukewarm vodka martini, the tiny olive glistening like a malevolent eye under the harsh cabin light.

A CNN chyron crawled across the in-flight entertainment screen: "Billionaire Heir Switched at Birth - Ark Enterprises in Chaos." Raj steely gaze flickered to the news report. A carefully constructed facade of indifference, masked a flicker of genuine interest. He tapped the screen, silencing the insipid romantic comedy playing in his earpiece.

Just then, a vision in scarlet silk sashayed down the aisle. Miss kholi, a Khoinoor Airlines hostess with a smile that could melt steel, paused beside him. Her scarlet lips curved into a practiced greeting, but her eyes, a startling shade of emerald, held an undeniable flicker of recognition.

"Mr. raj," she purred, her voice a silken caress. "Can I tempt you with another beverage?"

Bond raised an eyebrow, the ice clinking in his glass the only sound in the hushed cabin. "Perhaps something a little stronger, Miss kohli? This martini seems to lack the usual…kick." His voice was a low rumble, laced with a hint of amusement.

Miss kholi smile faltered for a beat, then recovered seamlessly. "Of course, Mr. raj. Whatever you require." But as she leaned in, the faintest trace of desire clouded those emerald eyes. In that fleeting moment, Bond knew this wasn't just another bored flight attendant on autopilot. He took a long swallow of his martini, savoring the burn, as the gears in his mind began to whir. The game was afoot.

air hostess approached him, breaking his focus. She gave him a thorough once-over, her gaze appreciative.

Air Hostess: (smiling) Sir, would you prefer veg or non-veg?

Raj: (smiling back) Non-veg, please.

As she handed him his meal, she gave him a flirtatious smile and swayed her hips as she walked back to the front of the plane. Raj smirked to himself and returned his attention to the news.

After some time, an announcement came over the intercom.

Pilot: (over intercom) We have arrived in Waji City. Please prepare for landing.

Raj gathered his belongings and exited the airplane. Once outside the airport, he waited beside his brand new Porsche 911 Turbo S. A few minutes later, the same air hostess from the flight, now off-duty, walked out of the terminal and headed toward him.

Raj: (extending his hand) Hi, I'm Raj. It's nice to meet you off the plane.

Air Hostess: (shaking his hand) Hi, Raj. I'm Jasmine. Nice to meet you too.

Raj: (opening the passenger door) Let me give you a ride.

Jasmine smiled and got into the car, clearly impressed by the luxurious vehicle. Raj slid into the driver's seat, fired up the engine, and with a quick burnout, sped off toward the road. Jasmine's friends, who had watched the scene unfold, stood by the curb, jaws dropping in awe.

As they sped through the streets of Waji City, the city lights reflected off the sleek exterior of the Porsche. Inside, Raj and Jasmine exchanged knowing smiles, both enjoying the thrill of the moment.

The next morning, Jasmine woke up in a luxurious suite of a five-star hotel. She blinked, taking in the opulent surroundings, and felt a mix of disbelief and exhilaration. Remembering the events of the previous night, she couldn't help but smile.

Jasmine: (shouting) Raj... you there?

There was no response. She got out of bed and made her way to the hall, where she found a lavish breakfast spread laid out on the table. Beside it was a note. She picked it up and read it aloud.

Jasmine: (reading) "Hope you had a good night. The suite has been paid for the next 10 days. Enjoy! - Raj."

She sat down on the couch, reflecting on the whirlwind events from the airplane encounter to the hotel suite. The memory of their passionate night flooded back, making her blush. It had been the most intense and satisfying experience of her life. She felt a surge of desire as she reminisced, but quickly shook off the thoughts.

Jasmine: (to herself) Get a grip, Jasmine.

She took a deep breath, composed herself, and began to dig into the delicious breakfast, savoring each bite and trying to focus on the present. Despite the whirlwind of emotions, she felt a sense of freedom and excitement about the days ahead.

Raj pulled up at the R.D Lounge and stepped out of his car, making his way inside. Inside, R.D was sitting comfortably, eating fruit while his assistant, Cherry, was flirting with him.

Cherry: (playfully) Sir, here are your mangoes with some cherries.

R.D: (smirking) You know, Cherry, why mangoes are called mangoes?

Cherry: (giggling) Why, sir?

R.D: Because man goes out of work.

Cherry: (laughing) But you never go outside of work, always working. When will you please the god of pleasure?

R.D: Do you think I am a lovesick Romeo wandering around the streets of Turkey? There's a time for everything.

Cherry: When will it be, sir?

R.D: I don't have time to pop your cherry right now.

At this moment, Raj walked in, catching their attention.

Raj: Hello, R.D.

R.D: (surprised) Raj...

Raj: Let's talk outside on the ranch.

They moved outside, and Raj spoke with a determined look in his eyes.

Raj: Actually, I've got something that might interest you. It can make us millionaires.

R.D.: (raising an eyebrow) How could I help? I'm already sold.

Raj: Get me a meeting with Armaan Malik.

R.D.: (suddenly serious) He is dangerous.

Raj: But this deal is impossible without him.

R.D.: To hell with the deal then. If something goes wrong while dealing with Armaan Malik... we could lose all that we have. Spare me, Raj.

Raj: The deal is worth billions. You cut 10%. You have to introduce me.

R.D.: (sighing) He will be at the derby tomorrow.