04-04-2020, 04:13 PM
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Most of the passengers were tattered and dirty, they were all village folks. The Bus started its journey and geared up to its normal speed. The lights in the Bus were dimly lit. The passengers seated comfortably near the windows were sleeping. The air was hot and filled with strange, unpleasant smells of sweat ridden body of rural people. The hot and humid climate was an extra addition to the discomfort of the surroundings. The passengers were curled up and asleep. A few minutes later, a relative silence settled throughout the bus except the surging of bus turning left, sometimes right, slam of brakes, and occasional gear grinding lurch by the driver.
There was a large gap between two seats in the row where Leela was sitting. The cool breeze started brushing through the face of Leela from the open window, and soon she was lost in the fast moving objects and lights outside the window. She was trying to forget the traumatic experience they had few hours before.
Viswanath touched her from behind through the gap of the seats and whispered, "Hey! Are you ok?"
She replied, "I am ok, trying to get some sleep."
She started concentrating on the black shadows of houses, trees from the window which crossed her hurriedly. She was alone in the seat. She dozed off.
The young conductor, Ranjit Sinha had an eye on Leela the moment she boarded the bus. Now, he was staring at her continuously. Leela was wearing torn saree and blouse, and she was bare footed. Her bare feet were full of mud. He wondered how this illiterate, poor, rustic, and rural woman could be so fair and beautiful. She was covering her boobs in pallu, but still the shapes of the boobs were bulging out. Ranjit assessed that her boobs must be 36". He guessed that this beautiful poor women must be aged around 35 years. But the irony of the fact is that Leela was a much older lady than his guess.
Ranjit could not control himself; he came closer to Leela and watched her beautifulness. She was sleeping, and her breasts were heaving with the rhythm of her breathing. His cock was rock hard.
Leela sensed a rough hand tapping her elbow asking for attention. She opened her eyes, turned around, and looked at him with questioning glance. He was the young conductor with rugged look, with a smile on his face looking at her. He whispered her to move a bit so that he could sit in the vacant seat. Leela glanced him carefully in the dim lit of Bus, he was handsome, must be under the age group of her son, Aditya.
He whispered, "I am Ranjit, conductor of the Bus. What's your name? Where are you going? Who is that person boarded with you in bus stop? He is now sitting behind you. Is he your husband?"
Leela in a shy manner, with her dropping eyes, in a very low and soft voice replied, "I am Leela, I am going to Patna for searching job. I don't know that person; I met him only at Bus stop. I was married but after one year, my husband left me and absconded. I don't know his whereabouts."
Most of the passengers were tattered and dirty, they were all village folks. The Bus started its journey and geared up to its normal speed. The lights in the Bus were dimly lit. The passengers seated comfortably near the windows were sleeping. The air was hot and filled with strange, unpleasant smells of sweat ridden body of rural people. The hot and humid climate was an extra addition to the discomfort of the surroundings. The passengers were curled up and asleep. A few minutes later, a relative silence settled throughout the bus except the surging of bus turning left, sometimes right, slam of brakes, and occasional gear grinding lurch by the driver.
There was a large gap between two seats in the row where Leela was sitting. The cool breeze started brushing through the face of Leela from the open window, and soon she was lost in the fast moving objects and lights outside the window. She was trying to forget the traumatic experience they had few hours before.
Viswanath touched her from behind through the gap of the seats and whispered, "Hey! Are you ok?"
She replied, "I am ok, trying to get some sleep."
She started concentrating on the black shadows of houses, trees from the window which crossed her hurriedly. She was alone in the seat. She dozed off.
The young conductor, Ranjit Sinha had an eye on Leela the moment she boarded the bus. Now, he was staring at her continuously. Leela was wearing torn saree and blouse, and she was bare footed. Her bare feet were full of mud. He wondered how this illiterate, poor, rustic, and rural woman could be so fair and beautiful. She was covering her boobs in pallu, but still the shapes of the boobs were bulging out. Ranjit assessed that her boobs must be 36". He guessed that this beautiful poor women must be aged around 35 years. But the irony of the fact is that Leela was a much older lady than his guess.
Ranjit could not control himself; he came closer to Leela and watched her beautifulness. She was sleeping, and her breasts were heaving with the rhythm of her breathing. His cock was rock hard.
Leela sensed a rough hand tapping her elbow asking for attention. She opened her eyes, turned around, and looked at him with questioning glance. He was the young conductor with rugged look, with a smile on his face looking at her. He whispered her to move a bit so that he could sit in the vacant seat. Leela glanced him carefully in the dim lit of Bus, he was handsome, must be under the age group of her son, Aditya.
He whispered, "I am Ranjit, conductor of the Bus. What's your name? Where are you going? Who is that person boarded with you in bus stop? He is now sitting behind you. Is he your husband?"
Leela in a shy manner, with her dropping eyes, in a very low and soft voice replied, "I am Leela, I am going to Patna for searching job. I don't know that person; I met him only at Bus stop. I was married but after one year, my husband left me and absconded. I don't know his whereabouts."
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