3.Their Interaction

3.Their Interaction

Author's Pov

She then darted to her seat, her heart racing. As she sat down, trying to process what had just happened, Veer came into view again, clearing his throat to grab her attention.

Chitra was confused and found herself gawking at him.

Chitra: Yaar, kitna sahi ladka hai yeh. Height bhi hai, muscles bhi hai, aur bahot zaruri baat chehra jaise bhagwan ne khud tarasha ho!!

Simping over and gawking at him, she got lost in her own thoughts.

Veer: Ahem... (clearing his throat again to get her attention)

Chitra snapped out of her thoughts, her cheeks flushing.

Chitra: (stuttering, letting out a whisper that sounded almost like a moan) J...Ji??

Veer: (raising one eyebrow) Miss, this is my seat!

Chitra: Ohh, achha! I'm sorry, I didn't know that...

She quickly got up and stumbled upon her heel, but composed herself just in time. However, Veer's quick reflexes kicked in; he grabbed her wrist to prevent her from falling. Little did he know, she was holding onto the handle of the upper seat. Feeling embarrassed, he let go of her hand abruptly.

Veer' : Recalling what just happened I escorted to my seat but my seat was already occupied.! Guess by who- yeah yeah we all know it was that same gurl who was stopping the train by her magic tricks.

After I got her attention, again she was lost in her own thoughts, God this is gurl is something else. After letting her know that the seat was mine, she got up and luckily her seat was right across mine as her seat was right above mine that means she her seat was sleeper class, somebody might have booked for her wait but why are bothering toi think about her.

As she starts to climb the stairs her Nyra cut top was giving a little show of her waist which was milky, slim and chubby too where it needs to be am not body shaming others but those love handles just like how I imagined my wife would be , wtf Veer what are you thinking simping over a random girl that you just met and didn't even see her face. You're being a pervert here.

Sleepiness hit me like a ton of bricks, and before I knew it, I was out cold. The train reached its destination, and I had no idea when the girl left. I was so deep in dreamland that the only thing that woke me up was the alarm I’d set. Damn, if this were Italy, I’d have asked her out or at least gotten her number. But doing that here in India? She’d probably think I was some tharki (creep) trying to get in her pants.