(Continued … from Indian Swag !)
Sumit quickly got up from his seat, trying to accommodate all his belongings carefully and ran towards to the closing gate but it was too late. The train had already started towards its next destination.
A heavy load of metro was shed at last station when most of the people got down but it was still crowded. Sumit’s seat was taken by another elderly person, so there was no question of him going back to ask for his seat again. He was lucky to get the space vacant next to the exit gate of the metro coach where he could hardly reach before the gates were locked. He preferred to stand there with his backpack resting on the fiber support-wall of the seats.
He was glancing the scene of the metro coach in front of his eyes while his mind was busy finding a solution to what he should do with the things fallen on his lap belonging to that gentleman. Suddenly he noticed two young guys standing in the isle between the seats in next stretch of metro coach. They were young, in early twenties, around same age, one looking a little younger than the other. Both were attractive but younger one was cuter than the other. Both were fair, fit, and handsome.
Seeing these two guys, who were standing adjacent to each other at a relatively closer distance, a thought of “something special between them” came to his mind. But then he discarded the idea blaming the reason of closeness to be over-crowded metro coach. They were not talking to each other and probably it was just a co-incidence that brought them at such a close distance to each other.
Sumit looked at the things in his hand once again. A bunch of visiting cards with just a monogram, a pen drive attached to a key, and a few bunch of Rupees mostly in denominations of 10’s and 20’s. The pen drive was the only hope for him to find any clues of his master. But is it morally correct to look into someone’s data without his consent? His conscience did not allow him to do that but was there any other option available? There was no number, address or any other details mentioned on the visiting card except a single alphabet monogram.
Sumit held everything back in his palm thinking what to do and rested his head back on the wall. Now he noticed the guys in front of him were talking to each other. He smiled. His intuition wasn’t that bad after all. They were acquainted to each other, or probably more than just an acquaintance.
“What a cute and lovely couple”, he talked to himself seeing the two. “Huh ! They are just colleagues or good friends probably. I am overthinking”, He smiled again on his creative thinking. He just made two normal guys “a couple”. He must refrain from such literature which is now influencing his thoughts, he suggested to himself. But no, it was this special chemistry between them right from the moment he noticed them first, which was evidently highlighting the “special bonding”.
The train crossed next couple of stations and he could not stop himself from getting a glimpse of the guys every now and then. What was it… just a curiosity … or the charm of their beauty.. or his hidden desires to find immortal love in his “assumed couples” was the main reason for him to keep looking at them time and again, he could not understand it. But he was impulsed to follow them with his eyes… probably knowing the fact that this scene will not last long in front of his eyes. Something that he only dreamt of was happening in real in front of his eyes.
The train halted at next station and two seats in front of those two guys were vacated. They quickly occupied the two adjacent seats. These were the corner seats. After they settled down on the seat comfortably, the beard guy asked the younger guy to share his earphone. The younger guy was sitting on right of the beard guy. He adjusted his backpack on his lap covering himself upto mid-chest and the beard guy inserted his hand inside in the gap between backpack and the younger guy. The younger guy resisted a little and interrupted his hand a couple of times, when the beard guy held his arm with his other hand and pulled it out. He put younger guy’s arm over the backpack on his lap and held it tight with his second hand so that younger guy could not interrupt him any more. The chemistry between them was now turning into more powerful bio-chemistry. Luckily, no one was standing right in front of them at the moment or facing them. They both kept watching the rest of the people around to see who is noticing them. Almost everyone around them was busy, either with their mobile or something else. A mid aged person on the opposite lane was busy reading his news paper spread wide. No one was apparently looking at them.
This made the beard guy proceed further. He inserted his right arm in the gap between the younger guy’s body and the backpack kept on on his lap and then his arm started moving in and out. It was evident what he was doing. The to and fro movements of his elbow started gaining speed and a little aggression. The younger lad became a little uncomfortable, looked again at people around him and found no one observing them. He then tried to get rid of his left hand captivated in the tight grip of beard guy, and then tried to pull the beard guy’s hand out or may be asked him to slow down. The movements of beard guy’s hand were slowed down, for a moment. Both of them kept talking during all this intermittently to appear in between normal routine conversations, just to not attract undue attention. Younger guy was resisting the movements of beard guy’s hand reaching his groin and then the beard guy pulled-out younger guy’s hand again gently and held it in his other hand. His right hand started doing what it was doing earlier with same aggressive pace, ignoring younger one’s reluctance. The fair complexion of younger lad’s face turned a bit pinkish in a few moments when the beard guy kept rubbing and massaging his mate. The beard guy was still aggressively enjoying the feel of crotch of his younger pal with his hand. Both kept watching over each other to avoid anyone catching them in this act. It was then the younger guy’s eyes met Sumit’s eyes. Eyes speak loud and clear. Sumit quickly moved his eyes away as if it was just a casual glimpse. And then younger guy whispered something to beard guy and pulled his hand out of his crotch area. Beard guy was reluctant to take his hand out but had to do it when younger one insisted. Sumit was standing on back side of the beard guy. After the younger guy whispered and stopped the beard guy, he turned back to see in the direction Sumit was standing. Later, younger one removed his backpack from his lap and both sat casually as a normal passenger. The beard guy resumed listening music through his mobile device.
No doubt, it was a cute couple, with a strong bio-chemistry bonding between them. The forces comprised of compassion, possessiveness and admiration for each other and unspoken right over each other’s body were enough to give a clear sign of love for each other which strengthens the bonding even deeper when it is governed by such bio-chemistry.
The train halted at next station and both alighted the train on their way to home, and Sumit tried to capture the last glimpse of this cute couple in his memories.