Bus Ka Woh Safar Ek Raat, Ek Bus, Aur Unka Adhura Sapna Bus ka mahaul ekdum suffocating tha, garmi aur paseene ki teekhi badboo se bhara hua, jahaan saans lena bhi ek struggle ban chuka tha. Priya ne apni black transparent saree ka pallu adjust kiya, par bheed itni zyada thi ki haath hilana bhi mushkil ho raha tha. Uske heavy boobs har brake ke saath upar-neeche bounce ho rahe the, aur blouse ke andar paseena uske deep cleavage mein jama ho raha tha, jo uske sharmile aur ghabraye hue chehre par saaf dikh raha tha. Rahul uske theek peechhe khada tha, bechara koshish kar raha tha ki dhakke se Priya ko bacha sake, par crowd ka pressure bahut intense tha aur wo baar-baar Priya ki pith se takra raha tha. Tabhi agle stop pe bus ruki aur ek naya chehra andar aaya—Karan. Wo baaki thake hue logon se bilkul alag dikh raha tha, smart aur confident, uski aankhon mein ek shikaari wali chamak thi. Chadhte hi uski nazar seedha Priya pe padi. Usne Priya ke paseene se chamakte hue face aur u...