The Unwanted Groom

Neelu remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floor. Meenu, undeterred by his silence, leaned closer to him, her thigh brushing against his. He felt a surge of arousal as she spoke. “Neelu, we should go together in about an hour. Everyone else is sleeping.” Meenu rested her head on his shoulder and pressed her breast against his side. He started to stiffen with desire.

Fear battled with the overwhelming urge within him. Despite the fear, emboldened by their isolation, he reached out and touched Meenu’s left breast. She didn’t move away, her gaze fixed on him.

The bus journey was long and uncomfortable. The conductor, eager to collect his fare, kept shouting at passengers to board, but only a handful of people joined the already crowded bus.

As the conductor switched off the lights, Meenu said, “Neelu, close the window. It’s breezy.”

The darkness enveloped them, creating an atmosphere that felt strangely intimate for Neelu. He was trapped in this suffocating space with Meenu, who seemed to be enjoying his discomfort.