12-01-2022, 05:59 AM
(This post was last modified: 13-01-2022, 08:03 PM by B1ryani. Edited 5 times in total. Edited 5 times in total.)
**Author's Note** - the second arc of Divya's adventures starts here. Please excuse the long conversations between characters that are needed to set the scene. Also, all locations and places stated are based off Google so it might not be accurate.
**Part 9.**
10 minutes later, I opened the door of the cubicle and exited onto the platform. It was windy out as I walked along the sides of the building trying to get my bearing. I felt the jacket pocket and could feel my phone and wallet in there, sighing with relief. I took my phone out to check the time but my battery was dead. Cursing myself, I put my phone back into my pocket and zipped it up.
I read Malda Town Railway Station on the big board in front of me. It was about a 45-minute ride from Old Delhi station, excluding the time it took for the train to conveniently break down midway. I should be a couple of stations away from my stop, I thought to myself. I looked around the empty platform, everyone had exited the station and there doesn’t seem to be many people around. As I walked, I saw a small clock on the wall read 8.45 PM. Fuck. Its late. I was wondering if my room mate was home and wondering where I was. She probably was out with her boyfriend anyway. I’m going to make a report on these two men. I deserved some justice.
Along the end of the platform, a small stall was lit up. As I approached closer, I realised it was a little chai walla shop. I saw a man sitting down on a stool smoking a cigarette. A boy was preparing some food at the back.
“Uncle?”
He looked up at my face, then shifted his eyes down to my breasts and exposed legs. He looked back up at me.
He took a long drag from his cigarette. “Yes ma?”
“Uncle, I’m looking for a security guard. I want to make a report.”, I said softly. Avoiding his gaze.
He looked at my face again, he could see the expression of distress. This time with concern on his senior face, he twirled his moustache for awhile then replied. “It’s already late ma. Most of them would have gone off duty by now”. He stood up and looked up and down the empty platform. “I think Ramana is still around. Maybe you can see him instead”
“Ramana…?”
“The Station Master. He usually leaves late. He might still be in his office.”, he said.
“Where is the office uncle?”, I said softly.
He looked at me again. “Anand! Anand, aiya, come here.”. The boy exited the back and came beside him. “My son will take you to his office”.
I looked at the boy. He looked to be about my age but was very skinny and had a small frame. He was wearing an old oversized T-shirt and shorts, a dirty cloth hung over his right shoulder.
“Anand, take her to meet Ramana. He should be in his office”, the man said. Anand nodded.
I put my hands together. Grateful for his help. “Thank you, uncle.”
Anand started walking in front of me heading back towards the railway building. “This way sister.”. I could feel the skirt blowing around in the wind. I put my hand on my sides to hold it down as I walked along the platform with Anand. We both reached the stairs at the side of the building. Anand lifted his left hand and pointed up the stairs, initiating for me to walk up first. I proceeded up the dimly lit stairs with Anand following me from behind. The minute I reached the top of the stairs, a sudden thought hit me like a brick. I wasn’t wearing panties. Anand must have gotten a great view of my ass and pussy as he followed me up. Fuck. I thought to myself.
Anand walked past me as he reached the top of the stairs. I looked at his face but he remained expressionless.
“Mr. Ramana’s office is at the end, sister", he said as he walked in between the empty office cubicles. I followed him quietly. Most of the lights in the office was off as every had gone home except for a bright light coming from a room at the end of the walkway. We reached the door.
Mr. Ramana Chinnasamy
Malda Town Railway Station Master
I read it out in my mind, the small black fonts were stickered on the door. Anand knocked on the door. The glass part of the door was covered with blinds.
“Come”, I heard a voice.
Anand opened the door and walked in with me in tow.
“Anand, what is it?”
Mr. Ramana was seated behind his old wooden desk, facing a very old computer. There were stacks of files all over the room. The office was very old, the paint on the walls were faded, 2 plastic chairs we positioned in front of the table. Some old random paintings and photographs of trains hung on the wall. An old air conditioning unit was blowing with a very loud noise. The room was very cold.
Mr. Ramana looked like he was in his early 60’s. A dark skinny man with thin framed glasses, his white hair combed neatly to the side with a lot of oil covering his bald spots. He looked annoyed that he was disturbed halfway through his work. He looked up at Anand, then shifted his eyes to look at me. I saw the Indian Railways logo on the side of his crumpled white shirt.
“Sir, this sister wanted to see you”, Anand pointed at me. Then waited by the side of the wall. I walked up to Mr. Ramana and stood in front of the table. I could see him looking at my exposed legs first. I was getting goosebumps from the cold office; glad I had a jacket on.
“Yes ma? How can I help you?”, his eyes glanced my breasts first before it met mine. Anand moved quietly behind and stood in front of the door, watching what was happening.
“Sir…. I want to make a report.”, I said softly.
“A complaint?”, the irritation in his voice was obvious.
“no .. no sir… I was on the 6.50 train from Old Delhi Station…”
“You want to complain about the delay? Don’t bother ma. You are not the first. Many people already did. We are trying our best here”, He looked very annoyed now.
“No sir…it’s not that”, I lowered my voice to a whisper, afraid Anand would hear. “I was touched on the train sir…”
Mr. Ramana leaned forward to hear me properly. “Touched? Come on ma. Do you know how many people get groped on the train every day? I can’t help each and every one of you”, His looked me in the eyes, interrupting me.
“Sir...”, I tried to keep my voice as low as possible. “Sir, I was forced….”, I stopped. I could feel the tears starting to build up again.
His face changed. From annoyed, he had a serious expression on his face. Then let out a long sigh. I saw his eyes looking at my legs again, then back up at my face.
“Anand”
“Yes sir.”, I heard Anand behind me.
“Go find Constable Guna sir and bring him here.”. Anand nodded his head and went out the door.
“Take a seat ma”, Mr. Ramana pointed to chair directly opposite him.
**End of Part 9.**
**Part 9.**
10 minutes later, I opened the door of the cubicle and exited onto the platform. It was windy out as I walked along the sides of the building trying to get my bearing. I felt the jacket pocket and could feel my phone and wallet in there, sighing with relief. I took my phone out to check the time but my battery was dead. Cursing myself, I put my phone back into my pocket and zipped it up.
I read Malda Town Railway Station on the big board in front of me. It was about a 45-minute ride from Old Delhi station, excluding the time it took for the train to conveniently break down midway. I should be a couple of stations away from my stop, I thought to myself. I looked around the empty platform, everyone had exited the station and there doesn’t seem to be many people around. As I walked, I saw a small clock on the wall read 8.45 PM. Fuck. Its late. I was wondering if my room mate was home and wondering where I was. She probably was out with her boyfriend anyway. I’m going to make a report on these two men. I deserved some justice.
Along the end of the platform, a small stall was lit up. As I approached closer, I realised it was a little chai walla shop. I saw a man sitting down on a stool smoking a cigarette. A boy was preparing some food at the back.
“Uncle?”
He looked up at my face, then shifted his eyes down to my breasts and exposed legs. He looked back up at me.
He took a long drag from his cigarette. “Yes ma?”
“Uncle, I’m looking for a security guard. I want to make a report.”, I said softly. Avoiding his gaze.
He looked at my face again, he could see the expression of distress. This time with concern on his senior face, he twirled his moustache for awhile then replied. “It’s already late ma. Most of them would have gone off duty by now”. He stood up and looked up and down the empty platform. “I think Ramana is still around. Maybe you can see him instead”
“Ramana…?”
“The Station Master. He usually leaves late. He might still be in his office.”, he said.
“Where is the office uncle?”, I said softly.
He looked at me again. “Anand! Anand, aiya, come here.”. The boy exited the back and came beside him. “My son will take you to his office”.
I looked at the boy. He looked to be about my age but was very skinny and had a small frame. He was wearing an old oversized T-shirt and shorts, a dirty cloth hung over his right shoulder.
“Anand, take her to meet Ramana. He should be in his office”, the man said. Anand nodded.
I put my hands together. Grateful for his help. “Thank you, uncle.”
Anand started walking in front of me heading back towards the railway building. “This way sister.”. I could feel the skirt blowing around in the wind. I put my hand on my sides to hold it down as I walked along the platform with Anand. We both reached the stairs at the side of the building. Anand lifted his left hand and pointed up the stairs, initiating for me to walk up first. I proceeded up the dimly lit stairs with Anand following me from behind. The minute I reached the top of the stairs, a sudden thought hit me like a brick. I wasn’t wearing panties. Anand must have gotten a great view of my ass and pussy as he followed me up. Fuck. I thought to myself.
Anand walked past me as he reached the top of the stairs. I looked at his face but he remained expressionless.
“Mr. Ramana’s office is at the end, sister", he said as he walked in between the empty office cubicles. I followed him quietly. Most of the lights in the office was off as every had gone home except for a bright light coming from a room at the end of the walkway. We reached the door.
Mr. Ramana Chinnasamy
Malda Town Railway Station Master
I read it out in my mind, the small black fonts were stickered on the door. Anand knocked on the door. The glass part of the door was covered with blinds.
“Come”, I heard a voice.
Anand opened the door and walked in with me in tow.
“Anand, what is it?”
Mr. Ramana was seated behind his old wooden desk, facing a very old computer. There were stacks of files all over the room. The office was very old, the paint on the walls were faded, 2 plastic chairs we positioned in front of the table. Some old random paintings and photographs of trains hung on the wall. An old air conditioning unit was blowing with a very loud noise. The room was very cold.
Mr. Ramana looked like he was in his early 60’s. A dark skinny man with thin framed glasses, his white hair combed neatly to the side with a lot of oil covering his bald spots. He looked annoyed that he was disturbed halfway through his work. He looked up at Anand, then shifted his eyes to look at me. I saw the Indian Railways logo on the side of his crumpled white shirt.
“Sir, this sister wanted to see you”, Anand pointed at me. Then waited by the side of the wall. I walked up to Mr. Ramana and stood in front of the table. I could see him looking at my exposed legs first. I was getting goosebumps from the cold office; glad I had a jacket on.
“Yes ma? How can I help you?”, his eyes glanced my breasts first before it met mine. Anand moved quietly behind and stood in front of the door, watching what was happening.
“Sir…. I want to make a report.”, I said softly.
“A complaint?”, the irritation in his voice was obvious.
“no .. no sir… I was on the 6.50 train from Old Delhi Station…”
“You want to complain about the delay? Don’t bother ma. You are not the first. Many people already did. We are trying our best here”, He looked very annoyed now.
“No sir…it’s not that”, I lowered my voice to a whisper, afraid Anand would hear. “I was touched on the train sir…”
Mr. Ramana leaned forward to hear me properly. “Touched? Come on ma. Do you know how many people get groped on the train every day? I can’t help each and every one of you”, His looked me in the eyes, interrupting me.
“Sir...”, I tried to keep my voice as low as possible. “Sir, I was forced….”, I stopped. I could feel the tears starting to build up again.
His face changed. From annoyed, he had a serious expression on his face. Then let out a long sigh. I saw his eyes looking at my legs again, then back up at my face.
“Anand”
“Yes sir.”, I heard Anand behind me.
“Go find Constable Guna sir and bring him here.”. Anand nodded his head and went out the door.
“Take a seat ma”, Mr. Ramana pointed to chair directly opposite him.
**End of Part 9.**
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