City Life – Part 1
I spent the next twenty minutes waving my hands at any vehicle. But bad luck! In hindsight, it was probably the best thing that happened. Because, that was when it happened. A white Audi was coming towards me slowly. I knew there was no chance that this car would stop for me. But I had to try and try I did. I waved my hands and the car stopped a few meters in front of me! My luck had turned. I picked up my bags and jogged towards the car. I tapped the window of the driver and said, “Hebbal?”. The driver just stared at me for a while and then looked back at the person sitting in the passenger seat. I couldn’t see who it was because the windows were tinted. The passenger window slid down and a female voice said, “Come on in”. I was shivering with cold and those words were just what I wanted to hear. The passenger door opened and I just hopped right inside. The driver then closed the windows and it was then that I turned towards the person sitting next to me.
Let me first tell me about myself. I’m Niteesh, aged 19 and I’m from a village near Davangere. I’ve always dreamed of enjoying city life and when I got admission into a top college in Bengaluru, I knew my dreams would come true. I am what people would call pretty average. I’m 5’6, fair and not really the athletic guy that girls would swoon over. And I knew that. Anyway, coming to the story. My dad wanted to come with me to the city for admission to help me find a room. I convinced him, with difficulty that I can handle this stuff on my own. And I boarded a bus in the afternoon to the city of my dreams. And it was a mistake. Because you know the bus came to Majestic bus stand right at 12 AM. It wore a deserted look and almost all of my co-passengers had their families waiting for them and they left me alone in the empty bus. I had to find accommodation near Hebbal as my college was nearby. How to get there and what to do once I get there at this hour? I had no idea. I thought I’ll get a drop to Hebbal and I went near the road waving my hands at any vehicle. Of course, no one stopped. I wouldn’t have either. I spent the next twenty minutes waving my hands at any vehicle. But bad luck! In hindsight, it was probably the best thing that happened. Because, that was when it happened. A white Audi was coming towards me slowly. I knew there was no chance that this car would stop for me. But I had to try and try I did. I waved my hands and the car stopped a few meters in front of me! My luck had turned. I picked up my bags and jogged towards the car. I tapped the window of the driver and said, “Hebbal?”. The driver just stared at me for a while and then looked back at the person sitting in the passenger seat. I couldn’t see who it was because the windows were tinted. The passenger window slid down and a female voice said, “Come on in”. I was shivering with cold and those words were just what I wanted to hear. The passenger door opened and I just hopped right inside. The driver then closed the windows and it was then that I turned towards the person sitting next to me. Oh my God! She was beautiful. I was stunned. I was shocked. This was certainly the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen and she smiled at me. I didn’t know what to say and I think she must have known it. I gathered my wits back and whispered, “Thank you ma’am. I’m Niteesh and I’m new to this city.” She kept smiling at me and did not say a word till the car started. She then whispered, ” I’m Deepika and welcome.” I smiled back at her. In the light of the streetlight, I saw her face more clearly and she was a thousand times more beautiful than I had first thought. She was about 27 years old. I am mostly guessing at her age at this part. It’s futile to explain her beauty in words. Let’s say she looked just like Deepika Padukone. That cute face, those curves in her body, just perfect! She was wearing a loose white tee shirt and a really short denim shorts. Her meaty, milky thighs and arms would be the fantasy of any guy. But the best thing about her was her face. That cuteness, that innocence! If words had pictures, then the picture of sensuality was this woman sitting in front of me. This image of her stunned me for a while before I recovered again. ” You’re going to Hebbal too? ” I asked her and she started laughing. I was flabbergasted. Whats there to laugh at that question? Did I say anything wrong? She then took my bag off my laps and continued laughing at me. She then held my hand and looked straight into my face. I was seriously scared. The driver started laughing along with Deepika. It was seriously getting creepy and weird thoughts came into my mind. Were they robbers? Let me just tell you the conversation now. It’ll be easier. Deepika: You know what, you guys certainly have weird codes and all. I was late and I really thought you would go away. So glad you waited. Now I was getting really scared. What is she saying? She started rubbing my palms now and though it felt good, I did not feel anything. I started sweating profusely. Me: Code? What are you saying, ma’am? Waiting? You must have mistaken me for someone else. Deepika did not stop laughing. Instead, she took my palm and placed it on her bare thigh. I gasped in shock. Deepika: Dude, you really act good enough. Now stop with the code words. It’s me! At this moment her phone rang. With her other hand, she picked up her phone and started speaking to the guy at the other end, ” Yeah, I picked up your guy and he’s cute….*silence*…What do you mean it’s the wrong guy? Oh God!…*silence*….but he said the code! Oh God!” and she cut the phone and put both her hands on her head. I was now confused. What the fuck is going on! Me: Mmmm what do you mean the wrong guy? What code? Ma’am, can I please get down? Deepika: I’m so sorry! This is so fucking embarrassing. I’m really sorry Niteesh. I thought you were someone else. This is such a stupid mistake. Let me at least drop you to your place. Kishore ( the driver) it’s been a year and you can’t identify the correct guy? My curiosity got the better of me at this point. Even though I wanted to get out of this car, her beauty and that weird phone call held me. Deepika then gave a sheepish smile to me. Deepika: Now that I have picked you up, I might as well say it. I had booked a male escort and I was supposed to pick him up. The code word was Hebbal and when you said you wanted to go to Hebbal, I thought you were the guy I had booked. I’m really sorry Niteesh. Me: Oh! I’m not an escort. I just came into this city to join my college and I am actually looking for a place to stay. I guess the time I entered the city was not really the good times. I smiled back at her. She had a weird smile on her face now. Me: I don’t really want to trouble you. I mean, thanks for the offer, but you were looking for an escort and I’m not really one. I think maybe you should go back for your guy or something. Deepika: Can’t you be my guy? She winked at me as she said this and my stomach rolled in joy. Is this really happening? Ten minutes ago I was on the road shivering with cold and now the most beautiful woman I have ever seen is asking me out! Me: I’m not an escort ma’am. What makes you think I’ll be your guy? And she winked at me again. It was then I noticed that my hand was still on her bare thigh. My face reddened with embarrassment. She put her hand on my hand again and made me rub her thigh slowly. I didn’t know what to say. Deepika: No ma’am and all. Just call me Deepika. This was how I entered the city of my dreams. What happened later will come in the next part of this series. This is my first story and I hope I was able to tell it to the best of my abilities. 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Kishore ( the driver): Sorry ma’am, this is the first time that a mistake like this has happened.
Me: Well thanks. Mmmm if you don’t mind, can I ask you who were you expecting? Your friend? I mean you obviously mistook me for someone else.
I was shocked. Why would such a beautiful woman need escorts? Anyway, I tried to keep a straight face.
Deepika: No place to stay? Well, come with me for now. I’ll help you find a place to stay.
Deepika (smiling at me): Your hand on my thigh.
Me: I’ll come, ma’am.
