divya

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‎ Lalla started talking with Divya slowly. He stood near her, bucket on floor.

‎Beedi in hand. Rain sound still coming from outside.

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‎“Memsab, train late hai. Bore ho rahi ho na?” he said, voice low, rough.

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‎Divya looked him. Smiled polite. “Haan thoda.”

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‎He talked about village, samosa business, rain.

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‎Divya also talked little. Normal baat. Monu ke scho.ol ki. Train journey ki.

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‎When she looked at Monu — who was playing with toy car on seat — Lalla said soft, “Achha baccha hai. .”

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‎Divya smiled small. “Haan. Bahut shararti hai.”

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‎After three minutes Divya felt uncomfortable.

‎She want to go back to her seat.

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‎Lalla hand suddenly went on her shoulder. Rough palm pressed hard. Fingers squeezed.

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‎Divya stopped. Looked at him angrily. Eyes sharp.

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‎Lalla did not remove hand.

‎Instead he pulled her head forward quick.

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‎Pressed his cracked lips on her soft lips. Kiss hard. Wet.

‎Beard scratched her chin.  Tongue tried to enter.

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‎Divya pushed him hard. Both hands on his chest. “Chhodiye!”

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‎She stepped back fast. Face red. Breathing heavy. Went to her seat quick. Sat down.

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‎Ranjith — from his window seat — saw  Her red face.   eyes.

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‎Divya looked at Ranjith. Then at Monu. Said soft to Monu, loud enough for Ranjith to hear.

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‎“Lalla ne advantage liya.”

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‎Ranjith understood,something did lalla.

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‎But he did not understand one thing that

‎ divya was disturbed with the kiss. Very disturbed.

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‎Not only angry or shy.

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‎Deep inside — her body wanted more.

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‎The rough beard scratch. The hard press. The cheap liquor taste. The suddenness.

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‎Her nipples hardened under blouse again. Thighs pressed together. Wetness came back between legs.

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‎She felt guilty. Hated herself.

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‎But body demanding. Craving rough touch again.

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‎She looked at Ranjith.

‎ He was looking out window. Silent.

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‎She looked at Lalla. He went back to another bogie. But looked back once. Smiled dirty.

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‎After one minute, Ranjith spoke again,

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‎“When I see him, he is looking at you. I want to know how he try you. So I did what I did.”

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‎Divya looked at her husband. Eyes big. Face red with mix of anger and shy.

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‎“What Lalla did to you? Is he touched?”

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‎Divya swallowed hard. Looked down at her yellow saree. Then at Ranjith face.

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‎“I don’t like your idea.”divya replied.

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‎Ranjith nodded slow. No anger on face.

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‎“It’s ok.”

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‎He turned to window again. Looked outside rain. Silent.

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‎After five minutes Monu pulled Divya hand.

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‎“Mummy, toilet jaana hai.”

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‎Divya stood up. Took Monu hand. Walked to bathroom at end of coach.

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‎Lalla was standing at door.

‎ Beedi in mouth. Bucket kept aside.

‎ Wet lungi sticking to legs.

‎Beard dripping rain drops. Eyes hungry when he saw Divya coming.

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‎Monu went inside bathroom. Door closed.

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‎Divya stood outside. Waiting for Monu.

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‎Lalla looked at her. Smiled dirty.

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‎“Bra colour kya hai, memsab?”

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‎Divya looked at his dirty body.

‎Stained shirt. Rough beard. Yellow teeth. Red eyes. Strong liquor smell even in rain air.

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‎She said nothing. Just stared.

‎ Face red. Shy. Angry.

‎ But body felt heat again — nipples hard under blouse, thighs pressed together.

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‎Lalla came one step close. Beedi smoke near her face.

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‎“Memsab… yellow saree mein aap bahut hot lag rahi ho. Bra bhi yellow hai kya?”

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‎Divya looked away. Towards Monu bathroom door.

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‎She said low, “Please… chaliye.”

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‎But she did not move. Stood there. Heart fast.

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‎Lalla hand slowly went up. Touched her shoulder again. Rough palm on her saree blouse strap.

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