IndiGo Air Hostess Makes Special Announcement For Her Co-Worker Mom, Internet Emotional

The video features an IndiGo air hostess and her mother who also happens to be a cabin crew of the same airline.

Mother’s Day, a special occasion to honour and appreciate mothers was celebrated worldwide yesterday. Social media was abuzz with adorable posts highlighting the special bond that a child and mother share. Marking the day, IndiGo also shared a beautiful video that has captured the internet’s attention. The video features an IndiGo air hostess and her mother who also happens to be a cabin crew of the same airline.

‘’Happy Mother’s Day to the one who’s always had my back, on the ground and in the air,’’ IndiGo tweeted along with the video.

The video opens to show the air hostess introducing herself as Nabira Sashmi to the passengers and then introducing her mother. She remarks that this is the first time she has seen her aboard in a uniform as a member of the same cabin crew.

“I have seen her in the cabin doing all the work and today I am in her shoes. This past six years, I have seen her talking on this PA, and today, finally, the day has come when I am talking on behalf of her. I hope I make her proud today,” says Ms Sashmi.

Hearing the lovely announcement, her mother is seen shedding tears of joy before she kisses her daughter’s cheek. Meanwhile, passengers were seen cheering and clapping for the duo.

The emotional mother-daughter moment is going viral, and people thanked IndiGo for giving them an opportunity to work together. Many also wished them good luck for their future.

One user wrote, ‘’Heart touching love. Happy mother’s day. It made my day.’’ Another commented, ‘’That makes a difference! Good gesture by Indigo roster dept for putting Mom n Daughter on the same flight on Mom’s Day.’’ The daughter also retweeted the video and wrote, ‘’Finally lived the dream.’’

A third added, ‘’A very very happy Mother’s Day ! Best wishes for your career!’’ A fourth said, ‘’I was crying watching this. Proud moment for a mom-daughter.’’

Jet Airways CEO Sanjiv Kapoor showed support for IndiGo air hostess over the viral video

Jet Airways CEO Sanjiv Kapoor on Wednesday extended his support to the IndiGo air hostess who has become the talk of the town overnight after a video of her fiercely arguing with a passenger and telling him that she is not her servant went viral on the internet.

The viral video was captured by one of the passengers of the Istanbul flight to Delhi to which Kapoor reacted in a tweet. "As I had said earlier, crew are human too," he said. 

"It must have taken a lot to get her to breaking point. Over the years I have seen crew slapped and abused on board flights, called “servant” and worse. Hope she is fine despite the pressure she must be under,” Kapoor’s tweet read further. 

The video shows an angry air hostess sitting on the flight floor arguing with a passenger after his unruly behavior with another crew member over the wrong food choice. My crew is crying because of you,” she is seen telling the passenger while explaining to him about the counted meals.

The situation worsened soon and the passenger asked "Why are you yelling?”. To this, she retorted, “Because you are yelling on us” even as another member of the crew is seen pacifying the situation.

No, I am not sorry sir, you cannot talk to the crew like that. I am peacefully listening to you with all due respect. But you have to respect the crew as well,” the air hostess tells the passenger. As the argument continues, the passenger says she is a servant. To this, she said that she is an employee and not his servant.

Indigo, in its previous statement, said, the issue was related to meals chosen by certain passengers traveling via a codeshare connection,” 

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JOYRIDE

— corruption in tokyo brings two partners together again to seek retribution while also fulfilling their desires🚦

ハリー

Midnight in Tokyo. 

The city transforms into a neon jungle once the moon takes the stage. Illusionary indigo and hot pink advertisements scale the sides of skyscrapers, their vibrant pixels reflecting off the slick thoroughfares bestrewed with puddles. Cosmopolitan emporiums attract visitors like clusters of moths drawn to a flame, ranging from luxury retail stores to vintage boutiques that line the sidewalks. Many diverse eateries sit snug in the passageways, the limited seating where conversations are struck with writers and poets alike. Whimsical art sculptures placed in hidden spots showcase Japanese culture, and the expressive pieces greet tourists from around the world. 

It's an urban utopia straight out of a futuristic fantasy. 

Digging deeper into the complex metropolis, right in the heart of the infamous Kabukicho District, is where nightlife is most vivacious. Foreigners flock to clubs and bars for ritzy entertainment and exuberant thrills. Alleyways conceal doorways to more private establishments, their explicit thresholds exposed by flickering arrows that guide those who dare to enter. It's sinfully atmospheric, the smell of smoke and sex lingering past the brick walls lit by dangling paper lanterns. 

The vicinity is two sides of the same coin. In the daytime, families wander through a maze of honorable restaurants and hotels, but at night, the devil comes out to play. Risqué signs lead to unlawful pleasure. Curtains cover hostess clubs of endless inebriation. Intimate shops are out in the open to pique the interest of innocents. 

However, on this rainy November night, Harry Styles seeks only one unholy cove. He doesn't need to be lured into it by silhouetted street hawkers. Ignoring them is easy when the red light just around the corner holds his true desire. 

As his polished dress shoes clack against the wet pavement, a black umbrella looming over his head, he fishes into his trouser pocket to snag a piece of chewing gum. He unwraps the aluminum, pops the green gum into his mouth, folds the rubbery substance using his tongue, stretches it between his two front teeth, and then bites down on it with his back molars. A refreshing burst of spearmint hits the back of his throat, crisp and cool. He begins whistling a catchy tune he heard on the metro subway the other day, the trill echoing off the narrow walls surrounding him. New graffiti on them catches his attention. Considering the city strictly prohibits street art, it's a rare find, so he admires the esoteric visuals before they're removed by patrolling police. 

Taking a sharp left, the top of Harry's shadow reaches his destination before he does. He stops in his tracks and breathes in the hazy air. Smoke seeps under the rusted garage door, and the muffled bass coming from inside is a straight injection into his veins. The Japanese script, emboldened by neon red, spells out the name of the strip club. 

ジョイライド 

JOYRIDE 

Guarded by a towering man in a black suit and maroon tie, it's the only barrier left. Luckily, Harry is well-versed when it comes to sneaking into elite establishments. He shakes his umbrella out, the droplets creating ripples in the asphalt pools beneath his feet. A step under the hipped awning saves his expensive clothing from becoming soaked. His long, houndstooth blazer of a dreary grey color and a dotted scarf wrapped once around his neck make him blend in nicely with the darkness. 

Harry clears his throat and politely bows to the daunting watchman. "Kobanwa," he greets, hiding the gum under his tongue out of courtesy. (Good evening.) 

"Kon'nichiwa," says the man with a reciprocated bow. "Anata no mōshide wa nanidesu ka?" (Hello. What is your offer?) 

Opening the breast pocket of his blazer, Harry plucks out three bills. He unfolds the creased paper one by one, revealing the printed face of an esteemed writer and a five-digit number representing a hefty amount of yen. His desire is worth significantly more, but he'll undoubtedly be spending the rest of what's tucked in his wallet for reasons that will never be publicly disclosed. 

"Sakura," Harry says with unwavering eye contact. 

He only needs to speak a single name for the man to challengingly stare back for three seconds. He then takes the yen and inspects it for possible counterfeit, his nimble fingers flipping the banknotes over with a particular procedure. After an anticipatory moment of crinkling sounds and drowned-out electronic music, he raps a rhythmic knock on the garage behind him. It instantly lifts with a grinding creak, the smoke releasing from underneath and crawling up Harry's legs like ivy on a brick wall. 

"Anata no norimono o tanoshinde kudasai." (Enjoy your ride.) 

Harry gives the man a fixed smile and then enters his paradise. Weeks of lousy business trips that required him to globetrot across continents have led to this. Tokyo always has something sensational in store for him. He comes back to the sleepless city time and time again for the unpredictability. 

Disappointment doesn't exist here — escapade does. 

The metal stairs leading to the underground club are grungy and steep, so Harry uses the shaft of his umbrella as a makeshift cane to traverse down the dilapidated steps. Every footfall ends in a squeak until he reaches the velvet carpet at the bottom. Thumping music loudens, the scent of cigarettes grows stronger, and the beat of his heart pounds faster in anticipation. 

Red curtains are suspended in front of him, and distant chatter that eclectically ranges from foreign to familiar dialect echoes from behind them. Harry sets his umbrella by the nearby coat rack, then takes his scarf and blazer off to hang them next to a pristine suit jacket. He takes a glimpse at his own suit. It's black cashmere with a contrasting white button-up underneath and a silk tie. He adjusts the collar, tugs on the lapels, and swiftly unclasps the single button. With a final ruffle of his flattened hair and a crack of his neck, he's ready for total immersion. 

Pushing the curtains aside, he crosses the threshold. There's no turning back now. 

The seductive ambiance immediately invades every one of his senses. There's red everywhere. The spacious room holds the key to subliminal distraction, from the ruby wallpaper to the vermillion leather booths. It's a sub-rosa room where players can have fun after dusk. Every soul that wanders in leaves with a newfangled perspective on the divine beauty of women. At least that's what Harry left with the first time he traipsed in as a fresh face from Europe, a wax-sealed invitation in his hesitant grasp. 

He wouldn't call himself a loyal customer, per se. He's not dependent on the half-empty glasses of Yamazaki malt whiskey presented to him on serving trays, only to be respectfully declined. Nor does he come for the puffed cigars and joints perched between persuasive fingertips and lips. 

No, it's the stage in his peripheral he floats toward. It's where his desire lies. 

His Sakura. 

She's on the round stage amid her nightly performance, one leg hooked around a silver pole protruding from the middle of the platform. A red spotlight shines down on her contorted body, her limbs reaching out like slender branches of a cherry blossom tree. Her long hair is snaked into six braids, four twisted up high and two tinier ones falling over her forehead. The audience of men, some standing close and some sitting in booths, piercingly whistle over the loud music while throwing wads of yen at her when she spins into an upside-down position with ease, gripping the pole using just her ankles. It gives everyone a full view of her leather bodysuit, the glossy black material with cutouts revealing peeks of smooth, brown skin. 

Harry stuffs a hand in his pocket and lingers at the back of the club where no one can pester him with invasive questions about his intentions. They don't understand. He's not here to 'get some,' as they often assume. Sure, he'll leave the place feeling satisfied, but they don't know he gets to take home the woman they're currently fawning over. 

Her pole dancing performance nears its end, with a final layer of smoke hovering over the circular platform. The mystique she exudes as she slides into an effortless split is tantalizing. Harry swallows thickly as his hand curls into a fist, every fiber of his being practically itching to be alone with her. He never grows tired of watching her, yet he's utterly addicted to what happens in their designated private room. 

The red spotlight switches to a bright white, and his Sakura smiles dazzlingly while collecting the bills thrown her way. Harry smirks and applauds, then pushes off the wall to give her his own special offering. This part seems to always occur in slow motion for him. His eyes are locked onto her as he waits until she catches his hypnotic gaze. He weaves through the crowd while chewing on his now flavorless gum, mumbling apologies when he bumps into people's drunken sways until he finally reaches the stage. Slightly opening his suit, he reaches into the interior breast pocket and pulls out a plucked cherry blossom. Technically speaking, he breaks the law every time he acquires the pink symbolism of human existence, but it's of little consequence to his morals. He has much worse crimes under his belt. 

Harry gently holds out the blossom amidst flying yen, a pastel pink delicacy in a sea of brown riches. The following moments play out like a scene in a movie. Time seems to freeze as he homes in on the sound of her high heels clicking closer. He steadily looks up, taking in her tall legs and heaving chest. She tucks a few yen in the tight seam of her bodysuit, then provides him with her undivided attention. 

"For me?" she mouths over the deafening music. 

His lips break into a wide smile at the sound of her euphonic voice he so longingly missed. "Always for you."

Bending down, she takes the cherry blossom from him and brings it under her nose. Her eyes flutter shut as she smells the fragrant flower. It's flattering that no matter how often she's received one, she still sticks it behind her ear like she does now. 

The surrounding men marvel over her, but they'll be distracted soon enough. Two more poles emerge from the stage, and a group of stripper girls come out to continue the regularly scheduled show. Harry doesn't lose focus on his Sakura, simply backing away slowly and jerking his head toward the VIP rooms. It's a drill he aims to follow through with zero problems arising. Almost everyone here is a stranger, so that means they cannot be trusted in the slightest. It's why he doesn't speak to them. If any outsiders find out about the dirty business he deals with on the side, it's a downhill slope into deep trouble. 

Harry stops at the opposite side of the room and faces another security guard, but this time, it's one he knows quite well. "Ryōji," he says while bowing. "O-genki desu ka?" (How are you?) 

Ryōji bows and withdraws a small gold key from one of the ten hooks behind him. "Okaeri nasai," he responds. (Welcome back.) 

Welcome back, indeed. Harry quickly glances around and then places a heavy hand on Ryōji's shoulder, leaning in so no one else can hear him. In English, he murmurs, "We've got another one out back. Do you think you can get some men to handle it before sunrise? I'll have the money sent to you by next week." 

The deep inhalation Ryōji takes always makes him nervous. A dreadful silence passes before he says, "Yes, sir. Any special instructions?" 

Harry gives him a friendly pat on the arm and takes the key. "Just the usual. She already took care of the hard part." 

"As you wish." 

With that, Harry gratefully nods and then walks into the back area, where several red doors, some open and some closed, present themselves in a semi-circular fashion. Steering to the right, he throws his gum away and goes to the door with a black '七' on it. 

Lucky number seven for a joyride in heaven. 

The room is a perfect size, with curtains hanging over the walls for a more intimate experience. Two velvet couches are placed on either side, and a table with glasses and a bottle of an unknown alcoholic drink sits nearby. And, of course, a red light emits from the low ceiling. 

Harry gets comfortable, tugging his pant legs and sitting on the plush couch. Precious time ticks by, the songs slowing into more sultry beats as he waits. He checks his diamond-encrusted wristwatch — it's half past midnight, yet he doesn't feel tired. Maybe it's the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Only the mysterious aura of Tokyo can bring him an electric charge like no other. 

At last, Desiree struts into the room and daintily falls sideways into his lap. Her stripper name is Sakura, but her real name is used when she's alone with him. She jumps right in and holds his scruffy cheek, kissing all over his face as the red lipstick she wears stamps evidence on his flushed skin. 

"I've missed you," she whispers in his ear. 

Harry holds her waist and rolls his hips for some relief. "It's all my fault, isn't it? I've been so busy." 

Desiree takes the key from him and quickly locks the door. When she returns, she straddles him and says, "You came back to me, though." 

He nips her neck, short and tender. "I got your text message and flew straight here." 

She grips his chin. "That message wasn't about seeing me." 

Harry swallows thickly, his throat suddenly parched. "We don't need to talk about that right now," he murmurs. 

"But it will be dealt with?" she asks, her eyebrows dipping with concern. 

"Yes, my love." 

"Okay." She gently passes her thumb over his eyelashes like they're pages of a well-loved book. "That's all I need to hear." 

Harry distracts himself from the dangerous subject by twirling one of her braids around his pointer finger. "I like it when you wear your hair like this, Desi. So pretty."

"Yeah?" 

"Mm-hmm. I've gone far too long without you." 

She begins loosening his tie. "Tell me what you need." 

Sifting through his brain, Harry contemplates his options. The club doesn't allow actual intercourse inside its perimeters, so there are limited, albeit creative, methods that are used. Desiree once told him that the strippers are given a manual of all the diverse ways they can please a customer. There was a specific one he heard her briefly mention in passing. At the time, he was too shy to ask for more details, so he went home and researched the term. Needless to say, it sounded worthwhile. 

"Can I have the... red light special? Is that what it's called?" 

Desiree smirks and remarks, "That's new. You've never asked for that before." 

He blushes with a lackadaisical shrug. "Sorry. Being edged just sounds really fuckin' good right now." 

"Why are you apologizing?" She pushes lightly on his chest so he can comfortably lean against the couch. "Relax. Let me take care of you." 

Harry couldn't possibly argue, especially when she doesn't waste any time and starts with a green light. Gripping his shoulders, she smoothly rocks into his body with quick movements. His hands knead her ass, the bodysuit bestowing the perfect amount of skin for him to grab. The tension in his muscles alleviates as she applies pressure to his growing bulge, every perpetual grind making him harder by the minute. His eyes and neck roll back, and he forgets why he was ever stressed hours prior and instead succumbs to the satisfying ache she provides him. 

"Oh, my God," Harry moans, spreading his legs further apart. "Fuck, Desi, you feel so good. I'm all yours." 

She bites her bottom lip and moves her hips counterclockwise. The switch has Harry gritting his teeth. Shuddering, he opens his mouth and pathetically whimpers while running his hands up her clenched thighs. He feels hot — sweaty, sticky, and salaciously hot. He's burning in a blitz of fiery passion. 

Yellow light is when Desiree slows down, still grinding swivels over his pelvis. The throbbing of his cock ceases, and the buildup disappears momentarily. Her back arches as she uses her height over him to palm him with her hand. Leisurely, she squeezes where the head of his cock is through his pants, and a sensitive tingle rushes down his spine as he bites down on his knuckles to suppress his pleading noises. 

"Does that feel nice?" she asks, kissing his slack jaw. 

Harry's face crumbles in submission. "I need to come. It feels so tight, I- I can't take it anymore." 

Red light. He knows he asked for it, but when she stops moving and stands before him, he reaches for her absent touch. "No, come back. C'mon, please. Stop playing around." 

She ignores him and kneels on the ground. With one finger, she trails it up his inner thigh until it reaches his covered cock. She fondles with the length of it, erotically squeezing in all the right places while looking at him with eyes of a rich brown color. He often dreams of her mouth puckered around it, wet lips and hollowed cheeks making him fall apart. 

Suddenly, his tie is removed, and Desiree holds it up. "Are you ready?" 

"I'm so close," Harry breathes out. Inhaling sharply through his nose, he adds, "You're so gorgeous, do you know that? Got me... shit, I'm absolutely aching for you." 

She stuffs the tie in his mouth and finally straddles him again, riding his thighs to bring him to his peak. His moans are muffled against the fabric as she gives him a lap dance, her body rolling to the R&B music from the distant speakers. 

It doesn't take long for Harry to come, a damp spot forming on his pants shortly after. Every part of his body feels light as he spits his tie out, breathing heavily. He really needed this. 

"Ready to leave this place?" he asks, touching himself until he's soft and able to walk.

Desiree kisses him, her tongue delving into his mouth, before nodding. "Are you taking me on another joyride?" 

Harry smirks and wipes off the lipstick stain she left on the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb. "Full throttle, baby." 

                                          ——

                                      デザレイ 

The first thing Desiree sees when rounding the corner of the alleyway is a parked Kawasaki motorcycle. 

The rain has let up, only a light drizzle now falling from the starlit sky. People still pass by with umbrellas, minding their business. The lights outside are stimulating, with signs above casting fuchsia pink and Prussian blue hues over her and Harry's faces. The air reeks of gasoline and smoke, vehicles racing past to hop on the expressway. It's a city of nocturnal souls who get off on cheap thrills, and she couldn't help but get hooked on the appeal. Night crawling on a high-speed bike through the neon streets is the most thrilling adventure she can imagine. 

Harry rents out a different motorcycle every time he visits. When they first met, he told her he owned a marketing firm in London, so he had the money to afford such luxuries. The first time he walked into the club, she thought he would be like everyone else — a drunk and lonesome man needing attention. However, he was actually a man of innocence who stumbled upon an underground scene he wasn't expecting. She saw the intrigue in his eyes and taught him how her world worked. She let him choose what he desired without taking advantage of him. She trusted his intentions and let him see every side of her, saintly or sinful. 

Their journey leads to the eager way he's looking at her now, one gloved hand holding out a helmet and the other gripping the motorcycle's handlebar. 

"Ladies first," he says with a playful smile. 

Desiree tightens the belt on her blood-red leather coat and puts the helmet on. It rubs uncomfortably against her hair, but she's not one to place beauty above safety precautions. She then hikes a leg over the back seat, and Harry does the same motions while straddling the front seat and starting the engine. It rumbles to life when he squeezes the clutch, and he attractively revs the engine three times. 

"All good?" Harry calls out behind him, using the back of his shoe to kick up the kickstand. 

She wraps both arms around his waist and props her chin on his shoulder. "So good." 

Reaching back to squeeze her thigh, he speeds into the fast lane. For the next twenty minutes, the brisk wind blows in her ears, and the feeling of flying overtakes her entire body. She spreads her arms, and Tokyo comes alive just for her, blurry colors whooshing past as they accelerate through traffic on the winding expressway. They ride out of the district and towards Marunouchi, where the Shangri-La Hotel is located. With five stars and eleven floors of pure splendor, it's the best place to have a late-night rendezvous. 

When they eventually pull up to the hotel, a rectangular building made entirely of glass panes, Harry parks the motorcycle and kills the engine. Desiree carefully removes her helmet and fixes her hair the best she can. Her makeup feels tacky against her skin, but the cool air of an autumn night is refreshing. She looks over to see Harry do the same, his hair sticking up every which way. He sheepishly grins at her and rolls his eyes. 

"Hurry up," Desiree says through chattering teeth. She bounces on her heels, feeling the ache travel from her ankles to the tips of her toes. 

"All right, all right," Harry mumbles jokingly, holding his hand out. "I'll have a word with Raijin about the inadequate weather." 

"Studying Japanese deities, are we?" 

Interlocking her numb fingers with his, they head inside the lavish lobby and take the elevator to the seventh floor. The ride is quiet, and exhaustion finally catches up to them. After six beeps, a more prolonged one sounds, and the doors slide open. They walk down the narrow hallway to the back, where the suites are located. Harry swipes his key card and twists the door handle to go inside, Desiree following closely. 

The suite is as tidy and stylish as one would expect from a businessman staying there. Two designer-brand suitcases are stacked in the corner by the running air conditioner. A housekeeper must have cleaned and organized his belongings. Crisp white sheets on the king bed look quintessential for bundling up in. 

Desiree removes her heels and flops on the firm mattress. She blearily watches Harry open the mini fridge by the door, hearing the clink of beer bottles. Her assumption proves correct when one is thrown beside her, yet her body has no energy left to open the cap and drink the bitter liquid. 

Harry takes off his suit jacket and button up, then sits against the headboard and spreads his legs on either side of her sprawled-out body. He takes a swig of beer, his jawline sharp and his throat bobbing. His bare torso, decorated with tattoos, looks like the perfect pillow, so Desiree shimmies upwards to lay her head on his abdomen. She listens to his subtle breathing.

"So, how'd you kill him?" 

Well, that's one way to initiate a conversation. Desiree snaps her eyes to his, staring at him a little funny due to her position. "Katana," she answers casually. "Quick and easy." 

He hums, sets his beer on the nightstand, and then delicately untangles her two front braids. "Made a mess, huh? Ryōji's men won't be too happy about that." 

She fidgets with one of her loose acrylic nails. "They've dealt with worse cleanups." 

She knew what she was getting into when she decided to work in Tokyo's Red Light District. There's no way to sugarcoat what goes down in the alleyways. It doesn't feel like a crime to her if she's getting rid of the bad guys. It's justified in her mind. 

Harry moves his hands to undo her bigger braids. "I know," he says softly, "but it's getting riskier. And more expensive on my end." 

Sighing, Desiree replies, "Asphyxiation is so boring, though. I like my swords." 

"Desi, I'm serious." He tilts her head to look at her straight on. "It worries me when you do those types of killings, and I'm not here to handle the outcome. What if something were to go wrong?" 

She frowns. "We're a team. You flew out to me without hesitation when I told you my plan." 

"Yes, but you act on impulse sometimes," he says, putting her elastic ponytail around his wrist. "I can't always do that with my job. You're lucky I was available." 

"So, you only came to help with the repercussions? Not to see me?" 

"You know that's not true. If it was, I'd be on a plane back to London right now instead of spending the night with you in Tokyo." 

"Just making sure," she says with a hidden undertone of insecurity. 

Once all six braids are out, her hair frizzy and free, Desiree sits up and takes her suffocating coat off. Underneath, she has a more comfortable outfit that she changed into before leaving the club. She internally debates whether she wants to go through the hassle of taking everything off, but before she can thoroughly weigh her options, Harry reaches over to open the nightstand drawer, pulling out something crinkly.

"I, uh, bought some makeup wipes," he explains while fidgeting with the package. "I didn't know what brand you use, but it's coconut, and I know you like coconut rum. There's no correlation, but it's the thought that counts, right?" 

Desiree is speechless for a moment. This is the first time he's done something like that. "Th-thanks. Can you help me take it off?" she suggests quietly. 

"'Course. Scoot over." 

She takes one side of the bed and sits cross-legged in front of Harry as he plucks a wipe. He folds it into a compact square four times and then hovers it over her face. His gaze wanders a bit before he starts gently swiping under her eyes. 

He speaks up again once the air conditioner clicks off. "Can I ask, pray tell, why you killed him?" 

Desiree breathes out a laugh. "Funny," she says as he scrubs the pigmented blush off her cheeks. "I remember when you couldn't even stomach asking me that question. Now you do all the dirty side work." 

Harry shrugs. "You're a bad influence." 

Sage advice from two people who dabble in reincarnating as a more sadistic Bonnie and Clyde: It's remarkably more fun to have a loyal partner in crime than to be a lone outlaw. 

"Let's see," she muses with a dramatic flair. "His name was... fuck if I know. All I was told was that he was a gang member who lured young girls in and brainwashed them into committing crimes around Shinjuku for money worth jack squat." 

"Jesus. What about the other gang members?" he asks, wiping her smeared lipstick off. 

"I'm not too worried about them. They would never suspect a stripper at Joyride killed one of their own. They'll probably assume it was another gang's doing." 

"That's a relief." Harry yawns and tosses the dirtied makeup wipe into the nearby garbage. "All right, I've had enough of killer talk. Shall we get some sleep?" 

Desiree grins tiredly and touches the smoothness of her bare face. "We shall. My body aches." 

Stripping takes a toll on her joints and muscles, especially since she incorporates performance art into her dancing. Untreated strains and torn ligaments have been left in the past due to years of training, but residual pain still lingers each night when she steps off the stage. 

Once they're comfortable under the sheets, Desiree curls into Harry's warm chest. "When do I have you until?" she asks reluctantly. 

He wraps an arm over her back and says, "Tomorrow night." 

She recounts all the times he's had to catch a red-eye flight immediately after they would arrive at the hotel. Tonight, she's lucky she gets him a little longer than usual. 

"It's better than nothing." 

Harry scrunches her hair and leaves a long kiss on her temple. "You can always come back to Europe with me," he murmurs. The scent of beer wafting in his breath is mouth-watering. 

Desiree shakes her head solemnly. "I can't. I belong here." 

"I understand." She feels him smile before kissing her head once more. "A cherry blossom should stay in Japan, right?" 

"Very clever." She closes her eyes. There's an elongated pause of internal reflection before she continues. "Listen, I don't want you to feel trapped. I don't want you to feel like I'm using you." 

Harry rubs the sore muscles around her shoulder blades. "I don't feel that way. I chose to get involved with how you live your life. If I'm being honest, I quite enjoy the danger of it." 

It's easy for him to say when he only has to deal with the business side of it. A pipeline of recruitment occurred where Shyla loosely hired Harry to hire men who would dispose of the dead bodies she threw in the dumpster behind the club. No one dares to roam that haunted alleyway, which makes it the most adequate place to safely hide a killing. Then, he pays them handsomely in cash for successfully completing the treacherous deed. 

Desiree cups his cheek and whispers, "Please... just tell me if it ever gets too much and you want out. I'll find someone else." 

"It's never too much when your intentions are good." 

It's not enough. His safety is her top priority. 

"Tell me to stop, and I will," she says sternly. "Give me the red light, and I'll go to Europe with you. You can show me Buckingham Palace and that stupid clock—" 

"Desi," Harry interrupts with a thumb against her parted lips. "I will tell you if it gets to that point, okay?" 

She takes his large hand and holds onto it like it's the last time she'll ever touch his skin. "Promise me." 

"Yakusoku." (Promise.) 

His spoken oath doesn't mend the problem she has with herself. There's a constant battle whenever she thinks too deeply about what she participates in. She questions whether it was a mistake getting involved in cover-up assassinations and bringing Harry into it. He used to be innocent. Someone who discovered the darker side of Tokyo and is now stuck in the whirlwind of her immoral faults. Did she make him into a brand-new person? A monster? One that knows her crimes and prevents them from becoming exposed? 

Is it wrong that she fell for him in the process? 

She can never tell him. No, that would complicate things beyond the boundary lines she drew for herself long before she met him. There are too many risks when feelings are a factor — risks of turning on each other if there are relationship issues. Then there's the plain and straightforward risk of barely seeing each other in person. It's all too poisonous of a pool to dip her feet into. Her guard is up, and it's not coming down for anything or anyone. 

However, as Desiree drifts into a dreamland, she realizes her guard is lower whenever Harry is around. With his fingers soothingly scratching up and down her aching spine, she doesn't feel the uncertainty that always clouds her mind when he's not beside her. It clears when she awakes to the smell of brewing coffee and room service breakfast on a cart before she can even open her eyes. It gnaws at her boarded-up heart until the pieces chip away. What's left is a vulnerable girl who seeks refuge but can't leave a place of fortune and frisson. She's a moon in broad daylight. 

Does she want to be saved? Or does the red light call her name for a reason? 

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Navigating the Skies: Exploring the Best Air Hostess Training Colleges in Mumbai

Are you looking for Best Air Hostess Training Colleges in Mumbai with Embarking on a career as an air hostess is an exciting journey filled with opportunities for adventure, service, and personal growth. However, to soar to new heights in this profession, it's essential to receive top-notch training from reputable institutions. In Mumbai, a bustling metropolis known for its vibrant aviation industry, several colleges offer specialized programs tailored to aspiring air hostesses. Let's delve into the world of aviation education and explore the best air hostess training colleges Mumbai has to offer.

1. Mumbai: A Hub of Aviation Excellence:

Mumbai's strategic location and robust infrastructure make it a hub for aviation activities in India.

The city is home to major airlines, aviation companies, and international airports, offering ample opportunities for aspiring air hostesses to kickstart their careers.

Access to industry experts, hands-on training facilities, and networking opportunities make Mumbai an ideal destination for pursuing air hostess training.

2. Criteria for Selecting the Best Air Hostess Training Colleges:

Accreditation and Certification: Look for colleges accredited by relevant aviation authorities and recognized by the industry.

Reputation and Track Record: Consider colleges with a proven track record of producing successful graduates and securing placements with leading airlines.

Faculty Expertise: Assess the qualifications and experience of faculty members, including industry professionals and certified trainers.

Curriculum and Facilities: Evaluate the curriculum, training facilities, and resources available to students, including mock aircraft cabins, grooming labs, and language labs.

Placement Assistance: Research colleges that offer robust placement assistance services, including internships, job fairs, and alumni networks.

3. Top Air Hostess Training Colleges in Mumbai:

Frankfinn Institute of Air Hostess Training:

Renowned for its comprehensive curriculum, state-of-the-art facilities, and industry partnerships.

Offers specialized courses in air hostess training, grooming, hospitality management, and customer service.

Strong placement record with tie-ups with leading airlines and hospitality brands.

Aptech Aviation Academy:

Known for its practical training approach and experienced faculty members.

Offers diploma courses in cabin crew management, airport ground handling, and aviation hospitality.

Collaborations with international airlines for internship and placement opportunities.

Rajiv Gandhi Aviation Academy:

Offers a range of aviation-related courses, including air hostess training, aviation management, and flight attendant preparation.

Focuses on holistic development, including personality enhancement, communication skills, and safety training.

Industry-aligned curriculum and strong industry connections for job placements.

4. Detailed Profiles of Featured Colleges:

Frankfinn Institute of Air Hostess Training:

Curriculum: Comprehensive modules covering safety procedures, in-flight services, communication skills, and grooming standards.

Facilities: Mock aircraft cabins, grooming labs, language labs, and interactive training sessions.

Placements: Tie-ups with leading airlines such as IndiGo, SpiceJet, and Emirates for job placements and internships.

Aptech Aviation Academy:

Curriculum: Practical training in cabin crew management, airport operations, customer service, and hospitality management.

Facilities: Modern classrooms, simulation labs, and grooming studios equipped with the latest technology.

Placements: Collaboration with airlines like Jet Airways, Air India, and Qatar Airways for internships and job placements.

Rajiv Gandhi Aviation Academy:

Curriculum: Comprehensive training in cabin crew duties, emergency procedures, passenger handling, and aviation regulations.

Facilities: Dedicated training facilities, mock drill sessions, and soft skills development programs.

Placements: Strong industry tie-ups with domestic and international airlines for career opportunities.

5. Success Stories and Alumni Achievements:

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Share testimonials, achievements, and career milestones of alumni working with prestigious airlines and international carriers.

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In conclusion,

choosing the right air hostess training college in Mumbai is a crucial step towards a successful career in the aviation industry. By considering the criteria mentioned above and exploring the top-rated colleges highlighted in this guide, aspiring air hostesses can embark on a rewarding journey towards achieving their dreams of flying high.

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Emergency exit row: Co-passenger Annamalai says Tejasvi Surya 'accidentally touched' door, condemns Congress

Chennai: After BJP MP Tejasvi Surya was accused of opening the emergency exit of an IndiGo aircraft sans authorisation at the Chennai Airport, BJP Tamil Nadu unit chief K Annamalai broke his silence on Thursday. Annamalai, who was seated beside Tejasvi Surya on the said flight on December 10 claimed that his party colleague did nothing wrong.

Annamalai said Tejasvi could have “accidentally touched” the emergency door during an effort to adjust the AC valve. After they saw the emergency door was “slightly disturbed from the position”, they quickly alerted the crew and the passengers were deboarded, he said.

“When Tejasvi was adjusting the AC valve, his hand could have accidentally touched the emergency door. He also asked me to take a look to see if the emergency door was open. I also saw the emergency door was slightly disturbed from the position,” Annamalai said.

“We informed the crew about the issue and the air hostess conveyed the same to the pilot. They came and asked what exactly happened and Tejasvi explained,” he added. The flight’s pilot summoned an engineer and initiated the standard procedure to be followed. Thus, all passengers were deboarded and the cabin was pressurised, the BJP leader said.

Explaining how the incident snowballed into a controversy, Annamalai said certain members of the DMK and Congress were at the airport when the incident happened. “I didn’t expect Congress would go stoop to this level. As a usual procedure, IndiGo wanted an incident report form. Tejasvi also apologized to everyone for any kind of inconvenience caused as the plane was delayed,” he said.

Annamalai said they reserved the seats by the emergency door as he prefers to fly in seats with comfortable leg space. If the airlines had any doubts about Tejasvi, the procedures would have been different, he added.

“There is no question of somebody opening the door. If somebody has opened the door like that, the punishment is FIR and deboarding. In this case, IndiGo itself has felt this is an accident. I was sitting next to him, I can vouch for it,” Annamalai concluded.

Quoting an eyewitness, a news report had earlier said that Karnataka BJP MP Tejasvi Surya had opened the emergency exit door of the flight preparing to take off. He was made to apologise, the eyewitness claimed.

The incident reportedly took place when the cabin crew was briefing the passengers on the safety protocols. The BJP MP who was also listening to the mandatory emergency procedures “pulled the lever causing the opening of the emergency exit”, said the report. Following the incident, all the passengers were made to deboard the plane and were asked to sit on a bus.

The incident caused Central Industrial Security Force (CISF) officials and airline authorities to rush to the spot. The plane finally took off after a two-hour delay. Citing IndiGo sources, the report further said that Tejasvi Surya was asked to apologise and he gave it in writing.

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DRAMATIC footage shows the moment a furious flight attendant let loose at a rude passenger after he allegedly made her co-workers cry over a meal request. The female air hostess was captured screaming “I am your not servant” as she erupted into a passionate rant on a flight from Istanbul to New Delhi. 4 The woman and a passenger broke out into a shouting match on the IndiGo flightCredit:…

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Air Hostess Diploma Course

After finishing the 12th grade, one can enrol in diploma programmes for air hostesses. Diploma programmes typically last one year. After receiving your diploma, you can enrol in several postgraduate diploma courses. Have you recently finished your 10th or 12th grade and are seeking for a reputable diploma programme that would qualify you to apply for an air hostess position? Well, several hospitality training schools provide a number of diploma course for air hostess. The best aviation training facilities, such the Frankfinn Institute of Air Hostess Training, Jet Airways Training Academy, Indigo Training Center, etc., provide a Diploma programme for airhostess. The Air Hostess Diploma Course typically lasts one year. Below, The names of the Air hostess Diploma programmes available in India.

Coming soon: A more polite & sensitive Delhi Police, after trainers get trained by IndiGo crew

Delhi Police personnel are not exactly famed for charming and graceful behaviour, but that could change in the near future, with IndiGo cabin crew and ground staff being roped in to impart soft-skills training to cops.

The syllabus includes perception management, body language skills, coping with unrealistic demands, cultural sensitivity, managing emotions, and anti-discrimination training. The hope is that this training from flight attendants will improve police behaviour and sensitivity, and eventually change unfavourable perceptions about the force.

The first batch of training at the IndiGo airlines’ Ifly training centre took place last November, and saw 12 inspectors-cum-trainers of the Delhi Police putting on their student hats. These inspectors will now impart what they have learned about body language, emotions, and sensitivity to around 5,000 constables.

Sources in the Delhi Police told ThePrint that soft-skills training is already an integral component of police training, but this initiative under the tutelage of cabin crew will specifically help build skills to bridge the gap between the police and the public.

“The training by IndiGo air hostesses was done keeping in mind the most important components of soft-skills training — body language, sensitivity, and communication,” Sundari Nanda, special commissioner (human resource division) in the Delhi Police, told ThePrint.

The training is not just for cops to maintain a pleasant and patient visage, but also about equipping the police to better handle sensitive crimes, like sexual assault cases, and bring order in instances of public anger and mob violence, Nanda added.

While Delhi Police personnel have undergone training at Ifly before, previous initiatives were more limited in scope.

More ‘receptive, polite, solution-oriented’ cops According to a senior police officer, who did not wish to be identified, IndiGo staff have already trained 12 “officers from the security unit, traffic unit, district police, and licencing” in a six-day programme from 10 to 16 November last year.

“Two more batches will be sent for training with the airline staff soon,” the officer said.

Nanda said the training was geared to help the police engage more effectively with Delhi’s diverse population.

“Perception continues to be a major problem for the police force and enhancing their soft skills’ training will help change that. Delhi, as a capital city, has people from different socio-cultural backgrounds and hence it is extremely important for the police personnel to undergo this training to deal better with the masses,” Nanda said.

“Soft-skills’ training helps the personnel to learn, unlearn and grow in terms of being sensitive towards the grieving public and solve issues, keeping law and order intact,” she added.

Nanda also gave instances of how these skills would apply to critical situations.

“This training will enable police to be more sensitive towards citizens’ issues… For instance, they will be sensitised on how to make a sexual assault or domestic violence complainant feel more comfortable, or how to address and calm situations during mob violence or in general addressing public grievances,” Nanda said. “Basically, [training on how to be] receptive, polite and be able to provide a solution simultaneously.”

A push for more sensitivity The Ministry of Home Affairs has emphasised the need for soft-skills training, Nanda told ThePrint. This seems to be borne out by a number of initiatives in recent years.

Last October, for example, the Delhi Police Academy held a four-day programme in collaboration with the International Hotel Association, GMR Aviation Academy and IndiGo, where 380 sub-inspectors of the force underwent soft skills training.

In January 2019, too, a batch of 17 police personnel underwent training at the Ifly training centre in Gurugram, with a focus on “six Ss”, namely swagat, sampark, sahanubhuti, samman, sabhyata, and samay (welcoming, communication, empathy, respect, decorum, and timeliness).

The Delhi Police are also planning to train 500 trainers in collaboration with the government’s Capacity Building Commission. These trainers, in turn, will then provide soft-skills training to 35,000 police personnel.

“Traffic police, the local police at the police stations, those attending emergency calls in the PCR (police control rooms) will undergo this training,” said the unnamed senior officer quoted earlier.

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