He watched the girl get up on the bus. Hot, she was. He wished she'd come and sit beside him, it was empty, the place beside him. He wished she'd just come and sit beside him, if not, for two minutes. But no. He was on the sunny side of the road, and wasn't the sun harsh on the sunny side. He didn't want to sit there, but the other side of the bus, the dark side, all the seats were taken there. So he had to sit here. But she, she has decided to stand, instead of sitting beside him. But for how long, she'd have to choose a side at one point of time. He saw she had a backpack. He thought whether he should ask for it to hold for her. He didn't. He saw she was sweating. It was a hot day, the sun was making it evident. The conductor urged the girl to sit somewhere. Yes, that's it. Force her emotionally to sit down somewhere. He was sure about tipping the conductor now.
The girl, she was moving now. Yes, that's it, she was moving towards his sit. Jackpot!!
She sat down beside him. And he flushed up. Must be because of the sun. Damn suns these days, make you look inappropriate at the appropriate moments. He started observing her more closely. She had pretty hair, all curly and spaghetti like. She had a really cute face. A mole, god, a mole. She had to be the perfect chick ever! Pretty eyes, oh love, pretty eyes. And those lips. He saw a few strangles of hair sticking to her wet cheeks. He sighed. Then his sight gazed down. Nice tits, man, what he wouldn't give to get a feel of them. And although she was wearing a funky tee, he thought maybe he should try get a glimpse for a bit more. He didn't though, instead, he shifted his gaze to her legs. Sexy, man, real sexy. And long. He was right, she was the perfect chick. And she should have realised he was ogling at her. He sneaked a gaze towards her eyes. They were closed. She had her eyes closed. Dear lord, this must have been his lucky day.
Wouldn't he love to cuddle up with this bomb here. He was already imagining undressing her. It was quite a few months since he had broken up, and it wouldn't be impolite to say that he was fucking horny! His daydream suddenly got disturbed. She was resting her head on his shoulders. He could smell her hair. Oh, that hair. Every hot girl has that faint, sweet smell in their hair. The wind, it was making her curly hairs all restless. Yes, they needed to be touched, to be caressed. He wondered if she had a boyfriend. Sure he had, all cute girls have boyfriends. Still, maybe he should ask for her number when she wakes up. He could understand the weight on his shoulders increasing. God, he should just hold her tight. Oh, how he wanted to hold her tight. The sun, it wasn't that harsh anymore. It was beautiful, the sunshine outside, the wind, the speeding bus, she, and he, and them.
But it was time to get up. He looked outside, yuup, it was time to get up. But how, she still had her heads on his shoulder. He couldn't just push her away, could he? He moved a bit, rather squirmed in his seat. No response, she's fast asleep. Poor kid. He tapped her on the shoulder
- Umm, miss?
No respone.
- Hellooow, miss? Excuse me?
Damn. He was getting irritated now. What the heck, he just stood up, pushing her head away.
She dropped on the floor. The whole of the bus, the sunny sided people, the dark sided people, everyone gasped. Some were looking at him with suspicion.
- Ki holo dada?
- Arre, meyetar ki hoyechhe?
- Ei chhokra ke jiggesh korun na, nishchoi jaane. Prem tem korchhilo to eksathe.
- O bhai, ki case?
He was flabbergasted. What the fuck man!
- Jani na kaku, ei to etokhhon chokh bujhe boshe chhilen. Koto daklam, kichhutei shorchhilen na. Tai to ektu thela marlam, ar kirokom ekta hoye gelo.
- Kirokom ekta hoye gelo? Echore paka!
- Nishchoi chheletai kichhu korechhe.
- Arre, oke pore dekhben, agge meye take dekhun na, ki holo!
- Daran, dekhte din.
- O conductor bhai, bus ta thamao na!
A guy came up, was in suits, must be some corporated shit or something. He reached for her wrist. Then near her neck. He knew how to check pulses too. It just didn't occur to him.
- Pulse pawa jachhe na
He put his finger near her nose. He forcibly opened her eyes.
- Mara gechhe.
- Ki bolchhen ki?
- Arre o moshai, ki bokchhen, joljanto meye, ei bus e uthlo, boshte bollam, ar ei more gelo?
- Dekhun, I'm a certified doctor, and I can guarantee she's dead.
- O driver, bus ta thamao, thamao!
-Thaman dada, emergency.
- Bus thama salla, noile morbi aj!
She's dead. And he's just standing there, watching them carry her out of the bus. They're calling out for a cab or something.
She was dead. And he just let a dead body lie on him for half an' hour! And what kinda' shits were he thinking about?
He just stood there. The sun blazed up again. The sunny side, now, it was far too sunny for him.
The girl, she was moving now. Yes, that's it, she was moving towards his sit. Jackpot!!
She sat down beside him. And he flushed up. Must be because of the sun. Damn suns these days, make you look inappropriate at the appropriate moments. He started observing her more closely. She had pretty hair, all curly and spaghetti like. She had a really cute face. A mole, god, a mole. She had to be the perfect chick ever! Pretty eyes, oh love, pretty eyes. And those lips. He saw a few strangles of hair sticking to her wet cheeks. He sighed. Then his sight gazed down. Nice tits, man, what he wouldn't give to get a feel of them. And although she was wearing a funky tee, he thought maybe he should try get a glimpse for a bit more. He didn't though, instead, he shifted his gaze to her legs. Sexy, man, real sexy. And long. He was right, she was the perfect chick. And she should have realised he was ogling at her. He sneaked a gaze towards her eyes. They were closed. She had her eyes closed. Dear lord, this must have been his lucky day.
Wouldn't he love to cuddle up with this bomb here. He was already imagining undressing her. It was quite a few months since he had broken up, and it wouldn't be impolite to say that he was fucking horny! His daydream suddenly got disturbed. She was resting her head on his shoulders. He could smell her hair. Oh, that hair. Every hot girl has that faint, sweet smell in their hair. The wind, it was making her curly hairs all restless. Yes, they needed to be touched, to be caressed. He wondered if she had a boyfriend. Sure he had, all cute girls have boyfriends. Still, maybe he should ask for her number when she wakes up. He could understand the weight on his shoulders increasing. God, he should just hold her tight. Oh, how he wanted to hold her tight. The sun, it wasn't that harsh anymore. It was beautiful, the sunshine outside, the wind, the speeding bus, she, and he, and them.
But it was time to get up. He looked outside, yuup, it was time to get up. But how, she still had her heads on his shoulder. He couldn't just push her away, could he? He moved a bit, rather squirmed in his seat. No response, she's fast asleep. Poor kid. He tapped her on the shoulder
- Umm, miss?
No respone.
- Hellooow, miss? Excuse me?
Damn. He was getting irritated now. What the heck, he just stood up, pushing her head away.
She dropped on the floor. The whole of the bus, the sunny sided people, the dark sided people, everyone gasped. Some were looking at him with suspicion.
- Ki holo dada?
- Arre, meyetar ki hoyechhe?
- Ei chhokra ke jiggesh korun na, nishchoi jaane. Prem tem korchhilo to eksathe.
- O bhai, ki case?
He was flabbergasted. What the fuck man!
- Jani na kaku, ei to etokhhon chokh bujhe boshe chhilen. Koto daklam, kichhutei shorchhilen na. Tai to ektu thela marlam, ar kirokom ekta hoye gelo.
- Kirokom ekta hoye gelo? Echore paka!
- Nishchoi chheletai kichhu korechhe.
- Arre, oke pore dekhben, agge meye take dekhun na, ki holo!
- Daran, dekhte din.
- O conductor bhai, bus ta thamao na!
A guy came up, was in suits, must be some corporated shit or something. He reached for her wrist. Then near her neck. He knew how to check pulses too. It just didn't occur to him.
- Pulse pawa jachhe na
He put his finger near her nose. He forcibly opened her eyes.
- Mara gechhe.
- Ki bolchhen ki?
- Arre o moshai, ki bokchhen, joljanto meye, ei bus e uthlo, boshte bollam, ar ei more gelo?
- Dekhun, I'm a certified doctor, and I can guarantee she's dead.
- O driver, bus ta thamao, thamao!
-Thaman dada, emergency.
- Bus thama salla, noile morbi aj!
She's dead. And he's just standing there, watching them carry her out of the bus. They're calling out for a cab or something.
She was dead. And he just let a dead body lie on him for half an' hour! And what kinda' shits were he thinking about?
He just stood there. The sun blazed up again. The sunny side, now, it was far too sunny for him.
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