One Night in a Bus

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Ansh was going home after a job interview in the city. He was feeling pretty good about his chances of landing the job. Four months had gone by since he had graduated, and he was getting quite desperate.

Sipping on his glass of cheap whisky, he sat in a dimly lit pub near the bus station. The whisky warmed him as it passed through his throat. The plates of chicken and rotis on the table were close to empty.
 
Ansh glanced around the room again, his eyes moving lustfully from one girl to the next. The tantalizing erotic scenarios running through his head were cut short when his eyes fell on the clock.
 
Quickly mopping up the remaining chicken on his plate with the last piece of roti, he finished the whisky, washed his hands and paid his bill. He was in his bus in ten minutes.
 
The bus looked pretty full, and some passengers were still boarding. He heard the conductor explaining to a group of people that he couldn’t give them any berths, as the bus is already fully booked.
 
Ansh saw the curtains drawn in the berth below his. He put his backpack on the upper berth, put a feet on the step and swiftly pulled himself up.
 
He was leaning back, listening to the trending playlist in his earphones and glancing outside the window, when his eyes fell on a woman walking beside a man with a limp. The woman was holding bags in both hands, looking worried.
 
Ansh could not stop looking at her. The sweater she was wearing was doing a poor job hiding the curves of her body. Her cheeks had become red, her eyebrows delicately long and curved like bows, and the gloss on her lips accentuating her lovely face.
 
Ansh felt disappointed when the woman disappeared from his view. As he tried to divert his mind back to the music in his earphones with some difficulty, Ansh suddenly felt his heart beats increase when he saw the same woman come and stand below his berth.
 
Ansh kept his eyes on the woman, wanting to look at her as much as he could before she disappeared into some berth with the limping man standing next to her, who he assumed was her husband.
 
As he kept looking at her, he was aware of the man next to her leaning inside the berth below and talking something.

Ansh’s heart was still beating fast when the couple looked right at him, and his eyes met hers. When the next moment the woman alone climbed up to his own double berth, Ansh’s eyes went wide and his head was screaming in shocked delight, ‘Ohhhh Fuuuuuuckk!!!’