08-08-2024, 06:49 PM
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“Your attention please .. train number xxx from Vizag to Secunderabad express is ready to leave from platform number 10”
Kiran is inside the train already and looking through the window .. his mind is somewhere else.. then suddenly something caught his attention.. in the thick crowd a beautiful young girl is running fast with bag on one hand and lifting the lehenga up a bit with other hand.. her tennis balls are bouncing up and down , that's what caught his attention .. clad in red lehenga and black blouse with white chunni.. she is looking gorgeous and natural.. hard to find this type of girls these days.. he immediately got up and came running towards the exit door.. the train has already started moving slowly..
The girl is shouting loud and waving to stop.. with bag in one hand and holding lehenga on another she couldn’t run faster.. Kiran is waving towards her and asking her to come fast.. holding his hand out and trying to help.. the train has picked up some pace.. she is almost there… come on madam.. you are there .. almost there … he is encouraging her and with her struggling like that , he decided to step down and took her bag and thrown into the train and held her by her waist and lifted her up and pushed inside and then he also jumped in the same move.. she held him with her hands stopping him from falling onto her chest..
By now the station platform also ended.. it would have been very risky had he not jumped immediately.. gasping for breath, she said thanks, pulling her hair backwards and bending down to pick up her bag.. seeing her like that he couldn’t stop admiring her natural beauty.. with naked waist exposing her beauty and the thin frame and big assets.. she glanced up while taking the bag.. that’s when she realized her chunni has fallen off, almost flying out of the train, that’s when he held that white chunni and looking her through that transparent chunni , he almost kissed that chunni..
She pulled it back from his hands and covered her assets and changed her expression to convey her dissatisfaction.. she goes inside sit in the coupe box.. he also came in and sat opposite to her.. she looked at him curiously , he said his seat is also in same coupe.. picking up water bottle from his bag, he drank some and offered her water… she said no thanks.. she is by now back to normal breathe.. but still few sweat marks are there on her face.. shining in the backdrop of her pure milky color skin and thick black hair..
The cool breeze through the windows is giving her fresh moments.. she is now cool and opened her phone to check the messages..
“I am Kiran” , offering his hand
“I am Amala” , shaking his hand
“Age ?”
“Why?”
“Location ?”
“Why?”
“ok.. never mind.. “
She got annoyed at his questions , she made sure her body is covered well with her chunni.. there is lot of naked skin between the lehenga and blowse.. she made sure her navel is covered with lehenga.. the chunni is flying due to the wind exposing her assets.. she is feeling uncomfortable with his looks..
“Amala, you want to sit next to me ? here there is no wind”
She looked at him angrily .. He told, “ok, lets exchange the seats”
She said ok.. they changed the seats.. now its somewhat better
“Thanks”
“Kiran..”
“Haa.. thanks Kiran”
“one more time”
“what ?”
“you didn’t even say thanks for helping you board the train”
“yeah.. sorry about that.. thanks Kiran, I thought I would miss the train.. its all due to the cab guy”
Her voice is so sweat and different with village accent , she has that innocence , beauty along with sweat voice.. he is staring at her.. she felt uncomfortable and pulled her chunni properly ..
She is deep into the phone and in between checking him.. his attention is on her only.. its natural for boys to be like that.. but she couldn’t handle that and started raising her voice …
“Kiran.. don’t you have any other work?”
“other work means”
“your looks are not proper”
“ok.. sorry.. but you are beautiful..”
“thanks.. but mind your work.. its not proper..”
Kiran stopped looking at her and started checking phone..
Next station is coming .. Kiran starts checking out for some one… he went to the exit door and looking here and there…
Again same scene.. this time little older lady.. may be 32..she also sat in same coupe.. next to him.. she is profusely thanking him for the help and she even took his hand into hers and caressed them gently..
Amala is looking at them and the way that lady is sitting very close to him and holding his hand, Amala got surprised.. she is even leaning on his shoulder for support and he daringly extended his arm around her and pulled her closer.. looking into her eyes, he says
“Madam.. some people even don’t have curtesy of saying thanks for the help”
“what happened Kiran.. you are looking so nice and genuine.. thanks once again”
“no mention.. beautiful girl.. needing help.. is it a sin to help her?”
“no.. not all Kiran.. if you have not helped me, I would have missed my train”
“why cant you start early madam”
“its all due to the cab guy”
Listening to their conversation and the way they are hugging each other , Amala is surprised..
Kiran even kissed her on cheeks while looking at Amala… my god.. whats happening ? is it train or own house ?
“akkaa.. your chunni has fallen”
“its ok.. by the way I am Kamala”
“wow.. my name is Amala”
“so cute you are Amala.. these days very rare to see a girl in traditional attire like you”
“no akkaa.. its common in my village..you are also looking decent..”
“thanks Amala.. we should dress to impress boys”
“what?”
“Amala.. think.. if you are not this beautiful, would this guy have helped you?”
“no way.. why would I help.. you both are gorgeous.. “
“Kiran.. stop calling me gorgeous “
“Akka.. you know him?”
“no”
“But you called him by name”
“Amala.. I checked his name from his phone message that popped out now”
“Akkaa.. you are so clever”
“Kiran.. you are also calling me akkaa”
“hah.. should I not call you”
“Kiran.. you are like my brother” , she hugged him tightly and kissed him on his cheeks.. good boy..
Amala is not able to digest their closeness.. he even adjusted her chunny few times.. hmm.. this is too much
Next station.. again he started scanning for beautiful girls.. there is none.. he saw one uncle running fast to catch the train.. Kiran ignored him.. showing him to the girls.. “see.. how lazy he is .. why cant he start early”
Amala scolding Kiran “Kiran, go and help him .. please”
“ehe.. take it light…”
Amala gets up, goes to exit door.. helped him get into the train… same coupe
He sat next to Amala..
Amala is looking angrily at Kiran and started scolding him..
That uncle is cajoling her to calm down ..
“you got late due to cab driver.. right uncle”
Looking at Kiran curiously.. he says “How do you know?”
“Its common to shift blame on cab drivers”
“Are you a cab driver?”
Amala cant stop laughing and she even have a kiss on that uncle’s cheeks.. Kiran looking angrily at both of them
“no uncle.. am I looking like a cab driver”
“there is nothing wrong being one”
Kiran stops the discussion..
“I am Ashok”
“I am Amala”
“A .. A.. same letter”
“Red lehenga.. red shirt.. same pinch”
Amala is holding Ashok hand and leaning on his shoulder , she is looking into the beautiful nature outside.. mountains, greenery, trees.. she has a glowing face now.. till now she looked little uncomfortable, after this gentle man came, she is feeling secured and she is almost sleeping on his shoulder while he is holding her waist from behind and assuring her..
After a while that lady asked “sir.. you are her father right ?”
Ashok is puzzled and asked “how do you know Kamala”
“wow.. uncle .. how do you know my name”
“saw the message popped up in your phone Kamala.. how do you know Amala is my daughter”
“uncle.. a girl would feel so assured only in the presence of her father and the way you are looking at her and showing concern.. I guessed it uncle”
“akkaa.. I thought you saw our phone messages”
“no Amala.. I could see the concern in your eyes when uncle was about to miss the train and you even went and pulled him in.. also the way you are holding his hand..”
“akkaa.. you are right.. you are so nice but your brother is a playboy”
“brother?”
“haa.. Kiran is your brother right ?”
“how do you know”
“only a brother has that freedom to adjust sisters chunny and the way you hugged him showed your love and concern on your brother”
“you are right Amala.. Kiran is my brother.. but he is not a playboy”
“you don’t know akkaa.. he touched me at inappropriate place”
“hello.. I didn’t do it purposefully .. I was trying to pull you up.. I should have left you alone then and there”
“Kiran.. still.. you kept your hand for too long”
“baby.. leave it .. Kiran seems to be a genuine boy”
“dad.. you don’t know.. he was flirting me .. even now.. see his eyes.. always on me”
“Amala.. take it easy.. my brother is not like that. If you want you come this side so that he cant look at you”
“akkaa.. leave it”
“Your attention please .. train number xxx from Vizag to Secunderabad express is ready to leave from platform number 10”
Kiran is inside the train already and looking through the window .. his mind is somewhere else.. then suddenly something caught his attention.. in the thick crowd a beautiful young girl is running fast with bag on one hand and lifting the lehenga up a bit with other hand.. her tennis balls are bouncing up and down , that's what caught his attention .. clad in red lehenga and black blouse with white chunni.. she is looking gorgeous and natural.. hard to find this type of girls these days.. he immediately got up and came running towards the exit door.. the train has already started moving slowly..
The girl is shouting loud and waving to stop.. with bag in one hand and holding lehenga on another she couldn’t run faster.. Kiran is waving towards her and asking her to come fast.. holding his hand out and trying to help.. the train has picked up some pace.. she is almost there… come on madam.. you are there .. almost there … he is encouraging her and with her struggling like that , he decided to step down and took her bag and thrown into the train and held her by her waist and lifted her up and pushed inside and then he also jumped in the same move.. she held him with her hands stopping him from falling onto her chest..
By now the station platform also ended.. it would have been very risky had he not jumped immediately.. gasping for breath, she said thanks, pulling her hair backwards and bending down to pick up her bag.. seeing her like that he couldn’t stop admiring her natural beauty.. with naked waist exposing her beauty and the thin frame and big assets.. she glanced up while taking the bag.. that’s when she realized her chunni has fallen off, almost flying out of the train, that’s when he held that white chunni and looking her through that transparent chunni , he almost kissed that chunni..
She pulled it back from his hands and covered her assets and changed her expression to convey her dissatisfaction.. she goes inside sit in the coupe box.. he also came in and sat opposite to her.. she looked at him curiously , he said his seat is also in same coupe.. picking up water bottle from his bag, he drank some and offered her water… she said no thanks.. she is by now back to normal breathe.. but still few sweat marks are there on her face.. shining in the backdrop of her pure milky color skin and thick black hair..
The cool breeze through the windows is giving her fresh moments.. she is now cool and opened her phone to check the messages..
“I am Kiran” , offering his hand
“I am Amala” , shaking his hand
“Age ?”
“Why?”
“Location ?”
“Why?”
“ok.. never mind.. “
She got annoyed at his questions , she made sure her body is covered well with her chunni.. there is lot of naked skin between the lehenga and blowse.. she made sure her navel is covered with lehenga.. the chunni is flying due to the wind exposing her assets.. she is feeling uncomfortable with his looks..
“Amala, you want to sit next to me ? here there is no wind”
She looked at him angrily .. He told, “ok, lets exchange the seats”
She said ok.. they changed the seats.. now its somewhat better
“Thanks”
“Kiran..”
“Haa.. thanks Kiran”
“one more time”
“what ?”
“you didn’t even say thanks for helping you board the train”
“yeah.. sorry about that.. thanks Kiran, I thought I would miss the train.. its all due to the cab guy”
Her voice is so sweat and different with village accent , she has that innocence , beauty along with sweat voice.. he is staring at her.. she felt uncomfortable and pulled her chunni properly ..
She is deep into the phone and in between checking him.. his attention is on her only.. its natural for boys to be like that.. but she couldn’t handle that and started raising her voice …
“Kiran.. don’t you have any other work?”
“other work means”
“your looks are not proper”
“ok.. sorry.. but you are beautiful..”
“thanks.. but mind your work.. its not proper..”
Kiran stopped looking at her and started checking phone..
Next station is coming .. Kiran starts checking out for some one… he went to the exit door and looking here and there…
Again same scene.. this time little older lady.. may be 32..she also sat in same coupe.. next to him.. she is profusely thanking him for the help and she even took his hand into hers and caressed them gently..
Amala is looking at them and the way that lady is sitting very close to him and holding his hand, Amala got surprised.. she is even leaning on his shoulder for support and he daringly extended his arm around her and pulled her closer.. looking into her eyes, he says
“Madam.. some people even don’t have curtesy of saying thanks for the help”
“what happened Kiran.. you are looking so nice and genuine.. thanks once again”
“no mention.. beautiful girl.. needing help.. is it a sin to help her?”
“no.. not all Kiran.. if you have not helped me, I would have missed my train”
“why cant you start early madam”
“its all due to the cab guy”
Listening to their conversation and the way they are hugging each other , Amala is surprised..
Kiran even kissed her on cheeks while looking at Amala… my god.. whats happening ? is it train or own house ?
“akkaa.. your chunni has fallen”
“its ok.. by the way I am Kamala”
“wow.. my name is Amala”
“so cute you are Amala.. these days very rare to see a girl in traditional attire like you”
“no akkaa.. its common in my village..you are also looking decent..”
“thanks Amala.. we should dress to impress boys”
“what?”
“Amala.. think.. if you are not this beautiful, would this guy have helped you?”
“no way.. why would I help.. you both are gorgeous.. “
“Kiran.. stop calling me gorgeous “
“Akka.. you know him?”
“no”
“But you called him by name”
“Amala.. I checked his name from his phone message that popped out now”
“Akkaa.. you are so clever”
“Kiran.. you are also calling me akkaa”
“hah.. should I not call you”
“Kiran.. you are like my brother” , she hugged him tightly and kissed him on his cheeks.. good boy..
Amala is not able to digest their closeness.. he even adjusted her chunny few times.. hmm.. this is too much
Next station.. again he started scanning for beautiful girls.. there is none.. he saw one uncle running fast to catch the train.. Kiran ignored him.. showing him to the girls.. “see.. how lazy he is .. why cant he start early”
Amala scolding Kiran “Kiran, go and help him .. please”
“ehe.. take it light…”
Amala gets up, goes to exit door.. helped him get into the train… same coupe
He sat next to Amala..
Amala is looking angrily at Kiran and started scolding him..
That uncle is cajoling her to calm down ..
“you got late due to cab driver.. right uncle”
Looking at Kiran curiously.. he says “How do you know?”
“Its common to shift blame on cab drivers”
“Are you a cab driver?”
Amala cant stop laughing and she even have a kiss on that uncle’s cheeks.. Kiran looking angrily at both of them
“no uncle.. am I looking like a cab driver”
“there is nothing wrong being one”
Kiran stops the discussion..
“I am Ashok”
“I am Amala”
“A .. A.. same letter”
“Red lehenga.. red shirt.. same pinch”
Amala is holding Ashok hand and leaning on his shoulder , she is looking into the beautiful nature outside.. mountains, greenery, trees.. she has a glowing face now.. till now she looked little uncomfortable, after this gentle man came, she is feeling secured and she is almost sleeping on his shoulder while he is holding her waist from behind and assuring her..
After a while that lady asked “sir.. you are her father right ?”
Ashok is puzzled and asked “how do you know Kamala”
“wow.. uncle .. how do you know my name”
“saw the message popped up in your phone Kamala.. how do you know Amala is my daughter”
“uncle.. a girl would feel so assured only in the presence of her father and the way you are looking at her and showing concern.. I guessed it uncle”
“akkaa.. I thought you saw our phone messages”
“no Amala.. I could see the concern in your eyes when uncle was about to miss the train and you even went and pulled him in.. also the way you are holding his hand..”
“akkaa.. you are right.. you are so nice but your brother is a playboy”
“brother?”
“haa.. Kiran is your brother right ?”
“how do you know”
“only a brother has that freedom to adjust sisters chunny and the way you hugged him showed your love and concern on your brother”
“you are right Amala.. Kiran is my brother.. but he is not a playboy”
“you don’t know akkaa.. he touched me at inappropriate place”
“hello.. I didn’t do it purposefully .. I was trying to pull you up.. I should have left you alone then and there”
“Kiran.. still.. you kept your hand for too long”
“baby.. leave it .. Kiran seems to be a genuine boy”
“dad.. you don’t know.. he was flirting me .. even now.. see his eyes.. always on me”
“Amala.. take it easy.. my brother is not like that. If you want you come this side so that he cant look at you”
“akkaa.. leave it”
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