Misc. Erotica Aniklal Ki Aneri : Crushed inside the Bus

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Aniklal Ki Aneri : Crushed inside the Bus


The entire bus stand was in complete chaos. It was a total mockery of the government’s COVID guidelines. People were covering their noses with handkerchiefs, towels, or whatever face masks they could afford, but no one was maintaining social distance. Everyone was pushing and shoving each other while buying tickets, boarding buses, or trying to move forward. The authorities kept making announcements asking people to follow the rules, but hardly anyone was listening.

I wasn’t bothered by any of it either. I just quietly followed Aniklal Uncle, staying hidden behind him and using him like a shield to protect myself from the crowd. This bus journey was my last option to reach home in Udaipur, as all flights and trains were already fully booked. After a lot of struggling and pushing, we finally managed to get two tickets for Udaipur. Following the closure of my engineering college in Noida, I was struggling badly to return to my home at Udaipur, and this bus journey appeared as my last option. 

It was a premium sleeper bus. Our berths were in the last row. I got the upper left single berth, while Aniklal Uncle got the upper right berth, which he had to share with another passenger. Uncle was on the window side, and there was one man sleeping between us.

After a delay of about half an hour, the bus finally departed from the stand around 5:30 pm. We both breathed a sigh of relief. The journey was supposed to take around 13 hours, so we were expected to reach Udaipur by the next morning. The bus was completely packed. They had even added extra passengers under the guise of “family and children.” Most of the passengers were men. There were only four women including me — two elderly aunties in their sixties and one lady in her mid-thirties with a small child. Naturally, I was getting a lot of curious stares. Even in the middle of this crisis, people couldn’t control their lust. Men were shamelessly eyeing girls. Luckily, my upper berth in the last row saved me a little from their teasing glances.

As the bus started moving, everyone began chatting.  The man sharing the berth with Uncle was Bijender Raigar, around 43 years old. He was also returning to his village Nai, near Udaipur. He used to work in a hotel in Delhi, but the hotel had been shut down due to government orders, so he was heading back home. Aniklal Uncle, and he also started chatting.  Like others, they were also talking about COVID, and its devastation. I felt also joining them and so I introduced myself, “Hello…, I am Aneri Dixit. Humlog saath ja rahe (We are traveling together)”. Contrary to my expectation, he forwarded his hand for a handshake, I accepted unwillingly with a sigh.  Aniklal Uncle interrupted immediately and claimed me as his niece, as he wanted to restrict Bijender ji’s conduct within decorum. 

We chatted for almost an hour and half, and the bus was still roaming in Delhi, collecting passengers from different boarding stations. Bijender Ji seemed to be a talkative person, just like Aniklal Uncle. But like the others, he too kept stealing glances at me whenever he got the chance. As a 20-year-old girl, I was quite familiar with such looks and ignoring him silently. Aniklal Uncle noticed it too and seemed a bit upset. During the introductions, he had introduced me as his niece, probably so he wanted to be my  protector or maybe he was trying to pretend.

Probably for that reason, Uncle proposed to Bijender ji to exchange his berth with me. He mentioned that we both are together and wanted to travel together. I got confused, as I was completely comfortable on my separate berth and never complained anything to Aniklal Uncle. 

In fact, I was quite uncomfortable sleeping with Aniklal uncle, who is an elderly person of 49 years and almost a stranger.  Yes, I was knowing Aniklal Uncle for barely a couple of days.  Aniklal Gujjar  was a relative of dad's ex-colleague Mr. Prabhat Gujjar, who was doing a small job of a  labour supervisor in a factory. After the closure of his factory by the Corona pandemic, he was returning to his home in Ajmer (Rajasthan). As I was also struggling to return to Udaipur, Prabhat Uncle requested him to help me. And for that reason, we have been struggling since the last few days to travel together and finally took this Udaipur bus. Aniklal uncle had planned to disembark at Ajmer, which is on the bus route. 

  As I barely knew him, I was not comfortable sleeping with him . With that there was a wider difference in our class. He belonged to a lower society class, while I belonged to an educated and prosperous family. Even I would not be sleeping with my own uncle at my age.

 I tried to stop him saying, "It's okay uncle. I am fine".  Bijender ji again looked towards Aniklal Uncle in confusion, but Uncle insisted him again saying "pleasssee." Bijender ji came down to exchange his seat and started looking towards me. Unwillingly, I got forced to change my berth.