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"It's OK, I am going by metro today, so don't worry. I will be fine," said Sona and cut the line.
She started walking towards the Dwaraka sector 10 metro station. People around her were hurrying to their respective destinations. Sona quickened her pace too, else someone might push her along with them to their destination. Such is the crowd and adeptness around her. She smiled to herself. People's faces always intrigue her, especially when they are up about their business but then there are thousand things going on in their mind. There is a story to read on everyone's face. She smiled to herself thinking of what her baba says. He says that people keep chasing life but then they don't realize that they actually forgot to live theirs. What an irony. There, she made it to the station and got her tickets, and is in the queue to board the train. Hmmm, not bad. this is actually a good experience, she thought to herself. Good that her scooty tyre went flat. Hence she got a chance to have an exciting day today. The train arrived and she made her way into it, rather she was ushered in by others. Good, smile swept to the sides of her beautiful lips.
As she steadied herself, she realized that train is packed to its capacity. The promixity to every unknown male and female around her was causing a bit of uneasiness. But immediately she brushed her thought aside. Come on Sona, you have traveled by public buses all through your school life and don't act pricey now. A minutes into the journey, she started feeling suddenly very conscious. She slightly turned around and felt a few men around her giving glances or staring. Her face took to color. These kind of attraction, complimentary or otherwise, always puts her in such a great discomfort. She bent her head with a jerk and let her bouncy and voluminous curls fall over her face and hiding her face almost completely. She was trapped between strangers. Their body odour, perfume, texture of their clothes, different body sizes and the physical proximity was very unsettling. Suddenly she started repenting her idea to have gotten into the metro at such a peak hour. Now there is no way she can get out. She decided to count the mintues to her station. As the minutes passed by, she was more and more aware of the people around her. It was sickening to have the two young men now very close to her. She tried to divert her attention to keep some sanity.
It is surprising how the two women near her, distanced by two fat men between them, are able to gossip about the new comer in their office. She, in fact the entire crowd around them now know that they have a bad supervisor who expects them work in the working hours and intervenes in their normal conversation (read gossips) and take their rights of talking and socializing as normal humans in between their work. Any other time, these silly gossips might have entertained her but the train was overcrowded with each passing station. Everyone is supported by every other person. She just wanted to get out. But how? Oh God why the hell did I come deep into the coach. To wade through to the entrance looked now very much impossible. The constant efforts by the other men around her, more by taking advantage of the situation, was sickening her. She glared at the two men behind her. But what is the use. They have a valid excuse. she tried to strain her body away from them as much as possible but where is the space. Suddenly she realized that there was more pressure of someone pushing her. She thought probably that man is trying to inch forward to make way so that he could get out in the coming station. But she realized that he was actually trying to push others and come closer to her. That is right behind her. How dare he? Her composure crumbled. This is it. She turned furiously to give him a piece of her mind or even to slap him. Her glare, knotted brows, flared nose and angry mouth froze the moment she say him. For a minute she was not sure of what she saw. She blinked, and blinked hardly again. But it is true that it is Mr. Dixit, who was standing behind her and he was the one who pushed everyone aside to get right behind her. Suddenly the awkward and uneasy feeling disappered and now astonishment took over.
She hid her feeling of relief and had a straight face to show that Dev cannot be pushing her like this.
"It is not good manners to push or lean on women in public places like this, Mr. Dixit, I understand the train is crowded but you should still maintain your guard," she said curtly. She realized that she did not greet or anything but started her goody two-shoes attitude. She gave a firm look at him and then turned her face. She could feel his steely look burning her back.
He came more closer now. There is almost no space between their bodies and she could feel his breath on her back, scorching her back. She became very aware of their proximity.
"You didn't teach manners to those men a while ago, Ms. Bose, or shall I assume that I am the privilged one?" quipped Dev. His voice soft so that it is only audible to her yet did not miss the slice of sarcasm in it. So, very much, the same Mr. Rude, without missing a beat, murmured Sona.
Gave a side glance to show her disapproval at his comment and turned back. Slowly his body heat was getting transmitted to hers. Her body was on fire now. Dev's perfume which is usually very mild yet masculine was dominating now. She was now totally aware of him behind her. He does not seeem to be wearing his blazer, or is he? She had the urge to turn and look at him again. Sona chided herself for her stupid thoughts. If she turned she knew her hair would brush his face and lips. If she turned her head even 45 degrees she face would brush his face, their skins would meet. Blood rushed to her face like the flood doors are suddenly opened. She knew her skin was hot and her face blushed. She strained a little forward to break the bodily contact and tried to hide her face with the mane. She could feel him shifting a bit to her side and yet making sure nonone else can come close behind her. She didn't dare to lift her face or push her hair from her face. She felt like he was trying to read her face, rather trying to see her face fully. She became more conscious and that feeling made her feel somewhat angry. Why the hell is she so conscious of him? As if she has not been in close proximity with men outside her house. She has had friends and colleagues with whom she has never felt like this before. She turned her face to hte other side as if trying to check out the station that is coming up. People get franctic when the stations come near, some wanting to get out and the others that come in. She was pushed and pressed more. she was pushed behind and she fell flat on Dev's chest and lost the balance and hence could not hold the rod above to balance herself.
The strong chest and the soft cotton shirt and headspinning perfume, all made her go crazy. She just wanted to let go her guard and lean on his chest and let him balance and take care of her. She wanted to enjoy his strength and wanted to feel the security that is oozing out from his presence. She was battling with her thoughts and was not able to compose herself as she was pushed from all sides. He stood like steel and took her entire weight on his chest from behind. She grappled to find a place on the rod above so that she could straighten herself and be off his body. But no, there is not a single gap in the rod above that her slender palm and fingers could encircle on for support. She only has to support by placing her hand on somnone else's for support. Helplessly she turned and looked at Dev. He looked into her eyes and slowly raised his free left hand and held her left hand, slightly pressing her soft inner palm to signal that she could hold his hand for support. Suddenly she felt very naive and shy for the present situation but still went ahead and tighened her clasp on his left hand. His warm breath was fanning her hair on the left side of her face. She was losing control of her senses. Now there is no way she could hide her blush. She glanced at him to see if the proximity made any impact on him. If anything, he was good at masking his feelings. His eyes looked clouded though. The left hand support alone was not enough, as she was putting her weight on Dev. She looked up to see where on the rod she can get some space to hold on. But she found nothing. Confused, she looked at Dev helplessly. There was a fleeing smirk which he hid swiftly but his eyes were smiling mischievously, and he looked at her and then looked at her right hand and signaled her towards the rod where his right hand was. First she did not understand, then she went deep red and swiftly turned her face. But then after a few minutes, she knew she needed support so that she could gain back her composure. Otherwise she was making a mess of herself in Dev's eyes. She looked at him one more time and then looked up and hesitantly lifted her right arm and slowly placed her hand on his right hand that was holding the rod. She encircled his hand and tightened her grip. As she did that she could feel his body stiffen a bit and he came closer to her. Both stood still for a few minutes, that few minutes looked like an enternity. Somehow Sona liked what was happening and did not want this to end. Slowly Dev brought his left hand along with her hand to her front and placed it on her stomach and nudged her closer. And that was it. Sona forgot what happend after that for a few minutes. She buried herself in the pleasure of her boss's new found feeling towards her and she herself forgot what was happening to her. She wanted this bliss to go on forever.
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so girls, this is how I killed my 20 minutes.. thought of Dev And Sona and this is what I came up with :-)
See their effect on us.. enjoy...
She started walking towards the Dwaraka sector 10 metro station. People around her were hurrying to their respective destinations. Sona quickened her pace too, else someone might push her along with them to their destination. Such is the crowd and adeptness around her. She smiled to herself. People's faces always intrigue her, especially when they are up about their business but then there are thousand things going on in their mind. There is a story to read on everyone's face. She smiled to herself thinking of what her baba says. He says that people keep chasing life but then they don't realize that they actually forgot to live theirs. What an irony. There, she made it to the station and got her tickets, and is in the queue to board the train. Hmmm, not bad. this is actually a good experience, she thought to herself. Good that her scooty tyre went flat. Hence she got a chance to have an exciting day today. The train arrived and she made her way into it, rather she was ushered in by others. Good, smile swept to the sides of her beautiful lips.
As she steadied herself, she realized that train is packed to its capacity. The promixity to every unknown male and female around her was causing a bit of uneasiness. But immediately she brushed her thought aside. Come on Sona, you have traveled by public buses all through your school life and don't act pricey now. A minutes into the journey, she started feeling suddenly very conscious. She slightly turned around and felt a few men around her giving glances or staring. Her face took to color. These kind of attraction, complimentary or otherwise, always puts her in such a great discomfort. She bent her head with a jerk and let her bouncy and voluminous curls fall over her face and hiding her face almost completely. She was trapped between strangers. Their body odour, perfume, texture of their clothes, different body sizes and the physical proximity was very unsettling. Suddenly she started repenting her idea to have gotten into the metro at such a peak hour. Now there is no way she can get out. She decided to count the mintues to her station. As the minutes passed by, she was more and more aware of the people around her. It was sickening to have the two young men now very close to her. She tried to divert her attention to keep some sanity.
It is surprising how the two women near her, distanced by two fat men between them, are able to gossip about the new comer in their office. She, in fact the entire crowd around them now know that they have a bad supervisor who expects them work in the working hours and intervenes in their normal conversation (read gossips) and take their rights of talking and socializing as normal humans in between their work. Any other time, these silly gossips might have entertained her but the train was overcrowded with each passing station. Everyone is supported by every other person. She just wanted to get out. But how? Oh God why the hell did I come deep into the coach. To wade through to the entrance looked now very much impossible. The constant efforts by the other men around her, more by taking advantage of the situation, was sickening her. She glared at the two men behind her. But what is the use. They have a valid excuse. she tried to strain her body away from them as much as possible but where is the space. Suddenly she realized that there was more pressure of someone pushing her. She thought probably that man is trying to inch forward to make way so that he could get out in the coming station. But she realized that he was actually trying to push others and come closer to her. That is right behind her. How dare he? Her composure crumbled. This is it. She turned furiously to give him a piece of her mind or even to slap him. Her glare, knotted brows, flared nose and angry mouth froze the moment she say him. For a minute she was not sure of what she saw. She blinked, and blinked hardly again. But it is true that it is Mr. Dixit, who was standing behind her and he was the one who pushed everyone aside to get right behind her. Suddenly the awkward and uneasy feeling disappered and now astonishment took over.
She hid her feeling of relief and had a straight face to show that Dev cannot be pushing her like this.
"It is not good manners to push or lean on women in public places like this, Mr. Dixit, I understand the train is crowded but you should still maintain your guard," she said curtly. She realized that she did not greet or anything but started her goody two-shoes attitude. She gave a firm look at him and then turned her face. She could feel his steely look burning her back.
He came more closer now. There is almost no space between their bodies and she could feel his breath on her back, scorching her back. She became very aware of their proximity.
"You didn't teach manners to those men a while ago, Ms. Bose, or shall I assume that I am the privilged one?" quipped Dev. His voice soft so that it is only audible to her yet did not miss the slice of sarcasm in it. So, very much, the same Mr. Rude, without missing a beat, murmured Sona.
Gave a side glance to show her disapproval at his comment and turned back. Slowly his body heat was getting transmitted to hers. Her body was on fire now. Dev's perfume which is usually very mild yet masculine was dominating now. She was now totally aware of him behind her. He does not seeem to be wearing his blazer, or is he? She had the urge to turn and look at him again. Sona chided herself for her stupid thoughts. If she turned she knew her hair would brush his face and lips. If she turned her head even 45 degrees she face would brush his face, their skins would meet. Blood rushed to her face like the flood doors are suddenly opened. She knew her skin was hot and her face blushed. She strained a little forward to break the bodily contact and tried to hide her face with the mane. She could feel him shifting a bit to her side and yet making sure nonone else can come close behind her. She didn't dare to lift her face or push her hair from her face. She felt like he was trying to read her face, rather trying to see her face fully. She became more conscious and that feeling made her feel somewhat angry. Why the hell is she so conscious of him? As if she has not been in close proximity with men outside her house. She has had friends and colleagues with whom she has never felt like this before. She turned her face to hte other side as if trying to check out the station that is coming up. People get franctic when the stations come near, some wanting to get out and the others that come in. She was pushed and pressed more. she was pushed behind and she fell flat on Dev's chest and lost the balance and hence could not hold the rod above to balance herself.
The strong chest and the soft cotton shirt and headspinning perfume, all made her go crazy. She just wanted to let go her guard and lean on his chest and let him balance and take care of her. She wanted to enjoy his strength and wanted to feel the security that is oozing out from his presence. She was battling with her thoughts and was not able to compose herself as she was pushed from all sides. He stood like steel and took her entire weight on his chest from behind. She grappled to find a place on the rod above so that she could straighten herself and be off his body. But no, there is not a single gap in the rod above that her slender palm and fingers could encircle on for support. She only has to support by placing her hand on somnone else's for support. Helplessly she turned and looked at Dev. He looked into her eyes and slowly raised his free left hand and held her left hand, slightly pressing her soft inner palm to signal that she could hold his hand for support. Suddenly she felt very naive and shy for the present situation but still went ahead and tighened her clasp on his left hand. His warm breath was fanning her hair on the left side of her face. She was losing control of her senses. Now there is no way she could hide her blush. She glanced at him to see if the proximity made any impact on him. If anything, he was good at masking his feelings. His eyes looked clouded though. The left hand support alone was not enough, as she was putting her weight on Dev. She looked up to see where on the rod she can get some space to hold on. But she found nothing. Confused, she looked at Dev helplessly. There was a fleeing smirk which he hid swiftly but his eyes were smiling mischievously, and he looked at her and then looked at her right hand and signaled her towards the rod where his right hand was. First she did not understand, then she went deep red and swiftly turned her face. But then after a few minutes, she knew she needed support so that she could gain back her composure. Otherwise she was making a mess of herself in Dev's eyes. She looked at him one more time and then looked up and hesitantly lifted her right arm and slowly placed her hand on his right hand that was holding the rod. She encircled his hand and tightened her grip. As she did that she could feel his body stiffen a bit and he came closer to her. Both stood still for a few minutes, that few minutes looked like an enternity. Somehow Sona liked what was happening and did not want this to end. Slowly Dev brought his left hand along with her hand to her front and placed it on her stomach and nudged her closer. And that was it. Sona forgot what happend after that for a few minutes. She buried herself in the pleasure of her boss's new found feeling towards her and she herself forgot what was happening to her. She wanted this bliss to go on forever.
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so girls, this is how I killed my 20 minutes.. thought of Dev And Sona and this is what I came up with :-)
See their effect on us.. enjoy...
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