29-08-2021, 12:19 AM
"One ticket to Hyderabad, please." I begged.
"Don't worry, madam," he said, "I'll get the best ticket possible, especially for you." He then scanned me from head to toe. I adjusted my shawl to cover myself better.
With mascara under my eyes, hoop earrings, ruby roo lips, shiny semi transparent saree with sleeveless blouse and slingback heels. I didn't look like a regular person who waits for the bus, but like someone who is about to down a few shots and hit the dance floor.
Also, Shrek uncle had made me wear my saree low on my waist so it showed my navel. My newly stitched blouse gave a bit of cleavage and covered almost nothing at my back. The shawl just didn't have enough surface area to cover myself.
Our project had won the best project in our quarter, and we had a party to celebrate it. I had already booked train tickets to my hometown at 8pm, so Neha and I decided to leave by 6pm. The party was just an excuse for these middle aged uncles to drink without their wife nagging them. They started their colorful stories over drinks and totally ignored the fact that there were three women amongst their midst.
Finally, after some begging, my team-mate Vipul agreed to take us at 7pm but he totally overestimated his alcohol tolerance. He stopped the car midway and vomited all over the seat barely missing Neha. He requested a timeout to try and recover.
With no option remaining, I decided to take an auto rickshaw to the station. Neha always had the habit of packing strange things in her bag and thankfully she had an expensive pashmina shawl which I borrowed.
With the late evening traffic I ended up missing my train and went to the private bus station. Now I was sitting in the waiting room while the agent was making frantic calls. I was already feeling uncomfortable with everyone staring at me because of my out of place clothing.
"Good news madam," the agent enthusiastically said "One seat, AC bus, semi sleeper. Happened because of my special recommendation."
I gave him the smile that helped me get discounts and special offers from strangers and paid for the ticket. This bus had a different point of origin and was already nearly full. Thankfully, they decided to make a stop here to fill the empty seats.
The bus came after half an hour and didn't waste much time. My seat was the second last row of a 2×2 seater towards the window side. A middle aged man in his mid 40's also boarded and sat next to me. I didn't even notice him because I was updating Neha over phone that I had managed to get a seat. Shrek uncle then pulled the phone off her and started telling me how much he missed me and wanted another threesome soon.
"Don't worry, madam," he said, "I'll get the best ticket possible, especially for you." He then scanned me from head to toe. I adjusted my shawl to cover myself better.
With mascara under my eyes, hoop earrings, ruby roo lips, shiny semi transparent saree with sleeveless blouse and slingback heels. I didn't look like a regular person who waits for the bus, but like someone who is about to down a few shots and hit the dance floor.
Also, Shrek uncle had made me wear my saree low on my waist so it showed my navel. My newly stitched blouse gave a bit of cleavage and covered almost nothing at my back. The shawl just didn't have enough surface area to cover myself.
Our project had won the best project in our quarter, and we had a party to celebrate it. I had already booked train tickets to my hometown at 8pm, so Neha and I decided to leave by 6pm. The party was just an excuse for these middle aged uncles to drink without their wife nagging them. They started their colorful stories over drinks and totally ignored the fact that there were three women amongst their midst.
Finally, after some begging, my team-mate Vipul agreed to take us at 7pm but he totally overestimated his alcohol tolerance. He stopped the car midway and vomited all over the seat barely missing Neha. He requested a timeout to try and recover.
With no option remaining, I decided to take an auto rickshaw to the station. Neha always had the habit of packing strange things in her bag and thankfully she had an expensive pashmina shawl which I borrowed.
With the late evening traffic I ended up missing my train and went to the private bus station. Now I was sitting in the waiting room while the agent was making frantic calls. I was already feeling uncomfortable with everyone staring at me because of my out of place clothing.
"Good news madam," the agent enthusiastically said "One seat, AC bus, semi sleeper. Happened because of my special recommendation."
I gave him the smile that helped me get discounts and special offers from strangers and paid for the ticket. This bus had a different point of origin and was already nearly full. Thankfully, they decided to make a stop here to fill the empty seats.
The bus came after half an hour and didn't waste much time. My seat was the second last row of a 2×2 seater towards the window side. A middle aged man in his mid 40's also boarded and sat next to me. I didn't even notice him because I was updating Neha over phone that I had managed to get a seat. Shrek uncle then pulled the phone off her and started telling me how much he missed me and wanted another threesome soon.
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