Mera naam Bablu hai aur main Kanpur ka rehnewala hun. I am 25 years old aur height 5’11” hai, ye story ek train ki hai jab main delhi se Allahabad...ki journey kar raha tha prayagraaj express mein. Maine raat ki train pakri jo karib 11:30 baje thi. Meri seat confirm nhi thi isliye main train ki compartment ke gate par khara tha aur thandi hawa kha raha tha. Express train hone ki wajah se train ne jaldi hi raftaar pakad li aur hawa se baatein karne lagi. Meri ticket confirm nhi hone ka bahut afsos. Then she started to give me some bullshit reasons like why she was mad and so on. Then she asked me about the last comment I made. She was like telling me that whatever I knew was just a rumor.I smiled and asked her to be quiet for few seconds and called varun and put the phone on speaker. I spoke to him for few seconds and hanged up. By that she knew how close I was with varun and started to shiver a little bit. She started saying don’t believe all this stuff and told how badly she loves my. "She grabbed my folder and looked through it quickly, slowing down at one point and going back to a previous page. She nodded and continued where she was before, then went over to the wall behind my table. There was a monitor mounted on the wall with a portable scanner like they use at Home Depot. She scanned one of my labels and of couple of folders came up on the monitor. They were marked 'buttocks' and 'right wrist'. She clicked on the first one and bunch of thumbnails came up."Just like. ” “What, that I’m here to have dinner with you or that I’d rather be elsewhere.” I said curtly. Her smile fades. “Both I suppose.” ... She has a handsome face, plain to be sure. Her nose is straight, eyebrows thin, her hair is straight with a part on the left side, and appears to be an uneven cut. Her eyes look hazel, maybe light brown. She is only wearing lipstick for make-up, a light shade of pink. I did not want to stare at the rest of her but my peripheral vision would say she was fit and.