Misc. Erotica Aniklal Ki Aneri : Crushed inside the Bus

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Aniklal Ki Aneri : Crushed inside the Bus


The entire bus stand was in complete chaos. It was a total mockery of the government’s COVID guidelines. People were covering their noses with handkerchiefs, towels, or whatever face masks they could afford, but no one was maintaining social distance. Everyone was pushing and shoving each other while buying tickets, boarding buses, or trying to move forward. The authorities kept making announcements asking people to follow the rules, but hardly anyone was listening.

I wasn’t bothered by any of it either. I just quietly followed Aniklal Uncle, staying hidden behind him and using him like a shield to protect myself from the crowd. This bus journey was my last option to reach home in Udaipur, as all flights and trains were already fully booked. After a lot of struggling and pushing, we finally managed to get two tickets for Udaipur. Following the closure of my engineering college in Noida, I was struggling badly to return to my home at Udaipur, and this bus journey appeared as my last option. 

It was a premium sleeper bus. Our berths were in the last row. I got the upper left single berth, while Aniklal Uncle got the upper right berth, which he had to share with another passenger. Uncle was on the window side, and there was one man sleeping between us.

After a delay of about half an hour, the bus finally departed from the stand around 5:30 pm. We both breathed a sigh of relief. The journey was supposed to take around 13 hours, so we were expected to reach Udaipur by the next morning. The bus was completely packed. They had even added extra passengers under the guise of “family and children.” Most of the passengers were men. There were only four women including me — two elderly aunties in their sixties and one lady in her mid-thirties with a small child. Naturally, I was getting a lot of curious stares. Even in the middle of this crisis, people couldn’t control their lust. Men were shamelessly eyeing girls. Luckily, my upper berth in the last row saved me a little from their teasing glances.

As the bus started moving, everyone began chatting.  The man sharing the berth with Uncle was Bijender Raigar, around 43 years old. He was also returning to his village Nai, near Udaipur. He used to work in a hotel in Delhi, but the hotel had been shut down due to government orders, so he was heading back home. Aniklal Uncle, and he also started chatting.  Like others, they were also talking about COVID, and its devastation. I felt also joining them and so I introduced myself, “Hello…, I am Aneri Dixit. Humlog saath ja rahe (We are traveling together)”. Contrary to my expectation, he forwarded his hand for a handshake, I accepted unwillingly with a sigh.  Aniklal Uncle interrupted immediately and claimed me as his niece, as he wanted to restrict Bijender ji’s conduct within decorum. 

We chatted for almost an hour and half, and the bus was still roaming in Delhi, collecting passengers from different boarding stations. Bijender Ji seemed to be a talkative person, just like Aniklal Uncle. But like the others, he too kept stealing glances at me whenever he got the chance. As a 20-year-old girl, I was quite familiar with such looks and ignoring him silently. Aniklal Uncle noticed it too and seemed a bit upset. During the introductions, he had introduced me as his niece, probably so he wanted to be my  protector or maybe he was trying to pretend.

Probably for that reason, Uncle proposed to Bijender ji to exchange his berth with me. He mentioned that we both are together and wanted to travel together. I got confused, as I was completely comfortable on my separate berth and never complained anything to Aniklal Uncle. 

In fact, I was quite uncomfortable sleeping with Aniklal uncle, who is an elderly person of 49 years and almost a stranger.  Yes, I was knowing Aniklal Uncle for barely a couple of days.  Aniklal Gujjar  was a relative of dad's ex-colleague Mr. Prabhat Gujjar, who was doing a small job of a  labour supervisor in a factory. After the closure of his factory by the Corona pandemic, he was returning to his home in Ajmer (Rajasthan). As I was also struggling to return to Udaipur, Prabhat Uncle requested him to help me. And for that reason, we have been struggling since the last few days to travel together and finally took this Udaipur bus. Aniklal uncle had planned to disembark at Ajmer, which is on the bus route. 

  As I barely knew him, I was not comfortable sleeping with him . With that there was a wider difference in our class. He belonged to a lower society class, while I belonged to an educated and prosperous family. Even I would not be sleeping with my own uncle at my age.

 I tried to stop him saying, "It's okay uncle. I am fine".  Bijender ji again looked towards Aniklal Uncle in confusion, but Uncle insisted him again saying "pleasssee." Bijender ji came down to exchange his seat and started looking towards me. Unwillingly, I got forced to change my berth.

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Aneri ...as in story title

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After moving to the right-side berth, I sat beside Aniklal Uncle and we continued our talking. It was around 8:45 pm and the bus took a halt for passengers' dinner near Alwar city. We, including Bijender ji, had dinner together. In the last 4 hours of chit chat, we all got more open to each other. 

  During dinner, Bijender ji suggested having some beers as it would help in relaxing on such a long journey. Aniklal Uncle quickly agreed to his suggestion and they both looked towards me. I felt they were asking if I had any objection. Although both were nearly strangers to me as I was knowing Aniklal Uncle for barely a couple of days and Bijender ji since only a few hours, considering their mood and excitement, I said it's fine. Quickly, Bijender ji brought 6 beer cans of 500 ml each. He said we could have one each now and another in the next stop at midnight. I was surprised that they were considering me for having beer as well and declined immediately. They insisted a few times, but I declined firmly. Ultimately, they took two cans  each and kept the remaining two cans for the latter.  

After having two strong beers together, both of them got in their mood, and started talking loudly and nonsense. And during the same, Bijender je asked Aniklal uncle that you are Gujjar and she is Dixit, how come she is your niece and started mocking with loud laugh. Being ashamed, Aniklal uncle quickly clarified to him that I am a daughter of  his close  friend.  Bijender ji mocked saying, I was doubting that  you both are a love couple and laughed loudly. Aniklal uncle also chuckled by patting softly on my thigh. I didn’t like the joke and responded sarcastically  to Bijender ji with a smirk that on what angle he finds us a love couple, as there is no match in age, religion or even status. I said that in anger but later realised my mistake for using the word ‘status’, that might have hurt Aniklal uncle. Bijender ji responded readily in the same tone that he works in a hotel and sees all these everyday. Many young girls coming from  upper class society, check- in to the hotel with all kinds of people and they don’t come for chit chat. He added further that many girls come just for a couple of hours and after enjoying themselves, she leaves the hotel and returns to her college or home. 

Aniklal uncle found our discussion was turning into a heated argument. And before I could respond, he said, “are Bijender bhai… bo sab chakkar nahi hai. Humlog bas apne apne ghar ja rahe (Ooo… brother,… we don't have such matters… we are just going our homes)”. 

I felt insulted by Bijender Ji's reply and got upset. I got up and excused myself saying, I am going to the bus. Aniklal uncle tried to stop me saying, we still have 10-12 mins of time, but I didn’t care and returned  to the bus. 

From my berth window, I saw that they were still talking and in a very funny way. Frequently, they were looking toward my berth window,  whispering to each other and patting each other. It was very obvious, they were talking about me; something funny and may be vulgar. 

 I recalled  Bijender Ji's comments that young rich girls come to hotels with men of all ages to have fun. In fact, that seemed to be true to me as well,  as in Delhi often I was finding weird couples, where a young high profile girl was dating a cheap, matured man.   But me as a Love couple with Aniklal uncle? … What a thought ! I just smiled at their  imagination.  Though looking at their current closeness and friendship, it seemed Aniklal uncle was well influenced  by Bijender ji.

Suddenly, the bus started honking and they also boarded the bus.  As soon as they returned to their berths, their ongoing discussion changed to whispering and then ended abruptly in front of me. 

The bus left the Alwar halt by 9:30 pm and continued its remaining journey. A few minutes later, Aniklal uncle said that he was feeling tired and wanted to sleep. Bijender ji also agreed. We arranged our beds, pulled the curtains, and settled in.  

I was not comfortable sleeping with Aniklal uncle on the shared berth even before, and after Bijender Ji’s recent allegation of ‘us as a Love Couple’ was making me more allergic, even though it was said in a lighter tone. Now, even a small body touch was making me worried for being doubted as uncle’s love partner, and so I was extra cautious.

I was exhausted after a long day of local commuting, buying tickets, and boarding the bus. Within ten minutes, I fell into a deep sleep.

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Probably half an hour later, I felt some discomfort in my left leg. I was sleeping on my side, facing the window, when I realized my left foot was stuck. As the discomfort continued, I slowly came to my senses and found that Aniklal Uncle’s leg was lying over mine. Without thinking much, I pushed his leg away and tried to sleep again. Barely a minute later, he placed his leg over mine once more. This time, I got alert and pushed it immediately again. But when he did it a third time, I became concerned and fully woke up. Instead of pushing his leg again, I tried to understand why he was doing it. And before I could think clearly, he began rubbing his foot against mine, as if trying to communicate something. It felt like he was showing affection. But why? Soon, I recalled Bijender ji's ‘Love couple’ allegation again. Ohh.., whether he also started believing in such a type of concept and got driven by his lust, dreaming to ride me like others?  That very thought sent a shiver through me. 

He was a relative of Dad’s friend and  it was shocking to believe  that he was also carrying such desire for me. Before he could go further, I pushed his leg away again. But then, in his next attempt, he shifted further closer and placed his entire leg over me. Now his thigh was almost overlapping my thigh, and I could feel some pressure on my ass as well. I tried to turn towards him and counter. But before I could react, he held my shoulder and restrained my position and then whispered in my ear, “Relax… kuch nahi hoga… aaram se raho.” (Relax… nothing will happen… just stay comfortable.)

OMG, what is he doing? I was shocked. I turned my head slightly right towards him and grunt silently , “Uncle… ye kya kar rahe ho?” (Uncle… what are you doing?). While saying so I also tried to remove his hand from my shoulder but he grabbed my hand and then re-adjusted his position to move further closer to me. Now he was completely behind me, his chest and abdomen pressed against my back. Sequentially, he wrapped his right arm around my abdomen and held me tighter against himself.  My ass was fully pressed against his crotch. That was too much to accept. I reacted saying, “Uncleee….” and tried hard to remove his hand grip. I was not able to speak much — probably in shock or shame, instead  trying to resist him physically.

He seemed as if he was expecting such resistance. He held me tightly in place and whispered, “Shhh…Aneri.  Shaant raho … kuch nahi hoga (Shhh…Aneri… stay quiet… nothing will happen)”. Taking a pause, he continued further “ Humdono akele hain… koi nahi dekh raha. Masti karte hain na thoda.” (We’re alone here and no one is  watching us. Let’s have some fun.)

I was already fuming from his awkward  body contact. His such ugly proposal made me crazy. I was shocked to know that he was aspiring to fuck me and that too in a running bus. I fell in deep fear and  continued my unsuccessful attempts to resist him in panic and muttered, “Uncle… nahi…” (Uncle… no…).

He didn’t listen. My objections had no effect on him and he continued his assault. He was so close to me that I could feel his hot breath on my ear. At the same time, I started feeling something hard pressing against my ass. And in no time, I realized what that was. I struggled desperately to free myself, but I couldn’t break free from his powerful grip. His arms held me tightly, making escape impossible. Slowly, his hand moved upward and grabbed my boobs. He squeezed them hard with raw desire. Soon after, he began rubbing his cock against my ass, grinding slowly but firmly. His hidden lust for me was pretty open, and even intensified more in the influence of alcohol. 

Even though I was not liking his actions, his physical stimulations were raising my body temperature. Heat spread through me like wildfire. Being a 20-year-old virgin, I had always dreamed about sex, but never dared to cross the line because of family and societal restrictions. Now, his bold assault was slowly awakening my hidden desires. My resistance became weaker and weaker, becoming more symbolic than real.  I was trying to control my emotions but his actions were pulling me into his nasty erotic play.  Soon all my resistance started becoming fake. By resisting him, I was just trying to portray myself as an ideal girl, a girl who would not accept such advances so easily from any man. But deep inside, I was turning to a slut.