Drunk Upper class woman - Makes out with anyone - even with a Rickshaw Puller(video+)

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Scene 4: The Bubble in the Backseat

The big, comfortable car was like a quiet bubble, cutting through the shor sharaba of Delhi traffic.
Anya was in the back, her head still feeling light and "fluffy." The minty chewing gum was long gone.

She looked at the back of her driver's head. Suresh bhaiya. He had been with her family since she was a little girl in pigtails.
He was safe. He was... just Suresh bhaiya.

That warm, naughty feeling from the vodka was still humming inside her. It made her brave. It made her want to... play.

Anya: (Leaning forward slightly, her voice playful and a little slurred) “Suresh bhaiya...”

Suresh: (His eyes meeting hers briefly in the rearview mirror) “Jee Gudiya-ji?” (Yes, Miss Anya?)

Anya: “Aap... thakte nahi ho?” (Don't you... get tired?)

Suresh: (A small, polite smile) “Nahi Gudiya-ji. It is my job. Aadat hai.” (No, Miss. I am used to it.)

Anya giggled. A little, secret giggle.

Anya: “Arre, not your job. I mean... sitting. All day. Daba ke.” (Pressed down.)

Suresh's shoulders tensed just a little bit. He didn't understand.

Suresh: “Gudiya-ji? My back is fine, beta.”

Anya: (Now she was properly smiling, feeling very mischievous) “Uffo, not your back, bhaiya! I’m talking about... your... saamaan.” (your... 'stuff'/'things'.)
Suresh said nothing. His face was like stone in the mirror.

Anya: (She pushed on, the vodka making her completely blind to the line she was crossing) “My friend Zara was saying... she said boys have a lot of... problem. Their... auzaar (tool/equipment)... it gets stuck. Dab jaata hai.” (It gets squashed.)

She was speaking in Hindi, the easy, casual slang they used in college.

Anya: “Aapka... kitna bada hai?” (How... big is yours?)

There was a dead silence in the car. Even the sound of the air conditioner seemed to get louder.
Suresh bhaiya gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. He was a simple man, and he had seen this girl grow up. He felt... ashamed. Uncomfortable.

Suresh: (His voice was very stiff, very formal. He did not call her Gudiya-ji.) “Madam, we are 10 minutes from your home.”

Anya: (She pouted, the rejection stinging her a little, even in her fog) “Arre, I was just asking. It’s a... biology... question!”

Suresh: “The gate is coming. I will tell the watchman.”

He pressed the button to roll down his window, and the sound of the outside world rushed in, breaking the strange, tense bubble.

Anya leaned back in her seat, a little confused. Why was he being so khadoos ( grumpy)? It was just a funny question.
She giggled to herself, quietly this time. It was her secret joke. She didn't realise, not at all, what she had just done.