Bus Hum Aur Aap

Imprint on Heart(past)

It's the second part from their first meet...

Author Pov:

The moon lighth was coming inside the room from the big window of room...falling on a man on his bed sitting with his back against the bed rest...whimpering....touching himself....imagining his jaan was doing that for him.

The lewd noice of him moving his skin up and down by his hand...the pre cum sweeping out of his thick dick head...leaving wet noices and creating smooth and fast motion...

Ahh..ahh...aise hi jaan..ahh....bas..hum...jhadne wale hai jaan...ahhh...ahhhhh...mhghhhh...

The man closes his eyes feeling the after shock from the pleasure...his balls covered I his own white fluid just by thinking about the girl he met on station...the way she was walking with her cycle...the was she was intimidated by his aura...the way she would introduce and tell him about village and its people...those Bambi eyes....the voice...he wanted go be with her...for every minute ...

Ahh .jaan...kesa jaal bechaya hai apne...Esa phehli baar hai ki..Vardhan Pratap Singh ke zehen mein kisi ladki ne apni jagha banayi ho....hum ankhe band bhi karte hai toh apka chehra yaad ata hai jaan... He said remembering her..

Apko dekh kar hum apne app par kabu nahi kar pa rahe jaan...hamara maan ashaant hai...Apne hamare dil..dimag...maan...sab apne khayalo se bhar diya hai Siya...sirf apke khayalo se... He added with hint of smile on his face....the smile he also didn't knew he had.

With that he remembered how his first meet went with her..

(Let me take you to the past...the same morning which kept this male awake for the whole night....)

*after making their way out of station*

Siya POV:

As walking with megha aunty son....I must say he is scary...he is not saying anything...but just following me...my brain says to run...but my heart says to stay..

Bas abhh inhe ghar tak hi to chor ke anna hai na...thora sa aur kaam hai Siya...tu kar sakti hai... Siya thought to herself....walking beside the tall man...looking down..

App yahi rukiye hum apni cycle ko leke atte hai ji.. I said to him...ofcourse...not naming an eye contact...only for him to say

Thik hai...lekin agli baar se tum hamari ankho mein dekh kar humse baat karogi...He said...in his deep manly voice...

Ji..I added..looking up in his eyes and nodding my head...like a child...

I went and take Kalavati from the stand and walked back to him...

Chaliye Ji..I said...with all the courage left within me..

Tumhara naam kya hai?..he interrogated while walking beside me...with his bag in his hand....

Ji..Siya....aur apka?...I asked him back...not making direct eye contact with him...as my cheeks were burning red with some reason.

Siya...he repeated...like trying how my name would roll out of his tongue sending shiver in my spine....and with a small smirk he said...Tumhe mera naam nahi Pata?.....

To which I shook my head...and said
Nahi...hum aunty ji se puchna bhul gaye..

To which he replied...Humara naam Vardhan hai Siya...looking at me...expecting something...gauging my reaction...this one sentence and I am having butterflies in my stomach...my name sound good from his mouth.