Vishu turned as he saw Gauri coming through the bus. His life as a bus conductor had been pointless, but not anymore. His life started shining brightly as the piece of beauty sat down across him. She pulled down her spectacles and gave him a flirtatious look. In that moment he knew that she was the one of his dreams.
Those beautiful ponytails, smart curved glasses, the hair on her arms, they had all become imprinted in his soul. He knew the true meaning of life. He knew.
'Ey madam! Ticket, please.' He said those words as romantically as possible while scratching his armpits. She smirked. 'Yes, my Vishu.'
Vishu's heart leapt. Did she just say 'MY' Vishu? He felt his hairs stand on end. Their eyes met for a brief second and to Vishu, it was a magical moment. He felt lost in time. He knew he wanted to spend all his time with his beautiful Gauri. Before he knew it he was leaning in, looking only at her plump, wonderful lips that were a strange shade of black. Most probably from smoking. Their lips met and immediately the sparks flew. But that was cut short by an old man rudely saying 'Arey, Bhaiya! Aap kya kar rahe ho?! Ticket tho lo!' But that was just meaningless noise to his ears. All he felt were her lips and her hairy arms.
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My Passion in Different Forms
Romanceexplre gauri's luv fr vishuu as they fli togethr and wulk as cows and ocasenly humans injoy the story no hate im 2 populer plz frget to remembr to suscribe
