Last Seats

Last Seats

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Hello readers, Technically, last seats are considered as worst seats in any vehicle especially in a bus. They are the most bumpy ones whenever you apply break or a puddle comes up. Indian buses are just another nightmare for the citizens of India. No other country can understand that awful feeling that one gets while travelling in a bus unless and until they experience it themselves. But all our trips are become memorable just because of all the fun one has on last seats with friends. Your journey depends on with whom you are sitting with. You have to find a that perfect person. The best companion for your journey. Not just for bus rides, but for life.. Here, is a story of a boy finding his partner of last seats. And they too had their own sets of bumpy rides . So come and join him and his friend in this ride. and see the love through the boy's perspective. i'm sure you'll enjoy it ...!! #pearlsbookreviews
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A bus arrived at the bus stop and she got in first as she was in the front and the rest followed. There was a vacant seat reserved for ladies but she decided to stand. Her eyes were glued at the door and her lips formed a subtle curve when she saw him board the bus before it took off. Glancing through the crowd of people, he moved past everyone and stood beside her. Her heart pounded and she blushed giving a tough competition to the tomato as their arms brushed each other. His staring session and her glances through the corner of her eyes combined with blushes was disturbed by the conductor who demanded the ticket. "Pass", they both say in unison. While the conductor brush passed the two, they both look each other and smiled. She gasped at once when he slid his hand and held her by her waist. She pursed her lips and shyly looked at him through the corner of eyes. "Move ahead, move ahead. Make space for others to get in.", Said the conductor and the people beside them squeezed them closer together by pushing them. His hands were off her waist. He inhaled the soft scent which came from her hair as she now stood ahead of him. Every time the driver stepped on the brakes, they experienced a current pass through their bodies as it collided with the other. . . . . "Doesn't a middle class boy like me have any rights to love?" . . . "All I ask for, is his love!" Welcome to the middle class life!! 😌 Story of 90% population of India! Highest ranks: #1 in middleclass #1 in Indian #1 in relatable #1 in Problems

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