divya

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Divya pushed Lalla's hand away from her shoulder with a quick jerk. Her face was angry, eyes sharp.

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‎But Lalla didn’t back off.

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‎He roughly put his hand on her right breast and pressed hardly.

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‎His dirty palm squeezed her soft boob through the tight blouse.

‎Fingers dug in, crushing her nipple between them.

‎Pain shot through her chest.

‎Divya’s moan stopped in her throat. Her body stiffened. Breath caught.

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‎“Aahh…” small sound escaped, but she bit her lip hard.

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‎Exactly then, bathroom door opened with a click.

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‎Lalla removed his hand instantly. Stepped back one step. Acted normal. Like nothing happened.

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‎Divya quickly took Monu’s hand. Pulled him out. “Chalo beta, seat pe baitho.”

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‎She walked back to her seat fast. Face burning red.

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‎ Nipple throbbing under blouse. Wetness between thighs stronger now.

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‎She sat down. Legs pressed tight.

‎pallu pulled over chest.

‎But body is screaming for more.

‎She hated it. Wanted it.

‎Shame and heat fighting inside.

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‎Train stopped at small station. Few people got in-out. Rain still light. Train started again after two minutes.

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‎Lalla still standing at door.

‎ Smoking beedi. Eyes on Divya.

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‎Divya looked at Ranjith.

‎ He was reading newspaper, face hidden behind paper.

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‎She asked soft, with small smile, “What if he try me?”

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‎Ranjith lowered paper little. Looked at her. Voice careless,“In this train, what he can do?”

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‎He went back to reading.

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‎After five minutes Ranjith closed his eyes. Head is back on seat. Sleeping.

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‎After one minute Divya stood up.

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‎She walked to bathroom again.

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‎Lalla still there. Beedi in mouth. Saw her coming. Smiled dirty.

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‎Divya stopped near him. Said low, “Beedi nahi peena hai train mein.”

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‎Lalla threw beedi outside in rain. Stepped close.

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‎Hugged her tight. Arms around her waist. Pulled divya against his dirty body.

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‎“Tumhara naam kya hai beti?” he whispered in her ear. Hot breath on neck.

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‎Divya showed Monu with her eyes — far away on seat.

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‎“Woh dekhega…”

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‎But Lalla didn’t care.

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‎He chewed her lip hard. Bit lower lip. Pulled. Then sucked rough.

‎Tongue pushed inside divya mouth.

‎Liquor taste strong.

‎Beard scratched her chin red.

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‎His  hand pressed divya ass hard. Squeezed both cheeks. Fingers dug deep through saree.

‎ Pulled her hips to his hard cock.

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‎Divya moaned in his mouth. Small, helpless. “Mmm…”

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‎She said soft, “Please… uncle ji…”

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‎But her hands on his chest — not pushing hard. Just resting.

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‎She opened bathroom door slow.

‎Went inside.

‎Left door half open.

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‎Lalla saw shy smile on divya face.

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‎He stepped inside bathroom. Closed door behind him. Click sound.

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‎Train is moving slow in rain.