The girl in the front seat of the bus is trying to reach out and touch his back. Fair skin is peeking out over the purple shirt! The physical appearance has become clear. It is very difficult to control yourself after seeing this scene.
But at the moment there is no way but to cope. There are a lot of people on the bus, someone will see from any direction - at the end of the mass beating will be on my forehead. I do not do so much raw work! Looking forward, the opportunity will surely come.
Girls can be molested at two times on the bus. One- if too crowded. If you touch it from behind, the girl will not get a chance to look around. Two- If there are less people on the bus. Gently touch from behind and read the shot, the girl will turn around and start blaming someone else without seeing you. But there is a problem if there is a medium crowd. During this time most men focus on the girl. Someone will see if you can do something. He will try to make you a hero by beating you.
I know this kind of behavior with girls is a sign of perverted taste. Disgusting work in the eyes of society. But what's in it? I have a lot of fun doing it! Where there is fun, taste and conscience cannot be tied! Especially if you are an expert at the job, the fun will be multiplied!
I stop with the touch all the time, but it is not! Sometimes I become more courageous. Just a few days ago, I dared to do something. Sitting in the back seat of the bus, melting my hand in the middle of the two seats, I cut the shirt-salwar blade of a girl in the front seat and exposed her buttocks! The girl did not notice the matter! He was listening to music with earphones in his ears. And I was feeling extremely happy to see her fair buttocks with happiness in my mind!
Later, however, the girl posted a picture of her shirt on Facebook and informed everyone what happened on the bus. The post went viral overnight. Everyone was calling me a pervert, a psychopath, a bastard, an idiot, and so on. I am unscrupulous, I am sick, I do not have the ability to understand the difference between good and evil! How much more! Hey dad- I don't know how to treat a girl like that on a moving bus! But what if you know? That's fun! Conscience is a trivial object to funny greed! The fun is that I looted well. What else comes to the abuse of people on Facebook? Even, keeping pace with everyone, I also abused myself by sharing that post on Facebook!
Ha ha ha! Double fun on fun!
I am going to visit one of my uncle's house in Jhenaidah. There are very few people on the bus. All those who were there went down to different bus stands. Ticket bus, there is no helper type for rent. The only passengers on the bus at the moment are me, the bus driver, two or three elderly people and the girl in the front seat. I will get off at Dharmatala, the last bus stand on this route. Where will the girl get off? I looked at the clock - 6 o'clock, the evening was coming to an end. A possibility played in my head. If the girl goes to the last bus stand, if the old people go down before, it will be dark already… maybe we will get a chance to do something much bigger than Molest!
One can try to talk to the girl. I stood up and said from behind, “Excuse me sister. How far can you tell Dharmatala bus stand? ”
The girl turned her head and looked back and said, “It's still a long way, brother. That's where the bus ends, "he said.
The girl knows the road. It seems to travel regularly. I became happy in my mind. This type of girl is very easy to get hurt, they are less alert in familiar places. But girls are extra careful when it comes to unfamiliar places. I smiled sweetly and said, “Thank you sister. Where are you going to get off? ”
"I will also go down to Dharmatala." The girl smiled too. "That's my house."
"Then you are my countryman." I have a smile on my face. “My uncle's house is also there. Although there is not much going on. I live in Dhaka… by the way, my name is Mamun. I am working in an NGO. "
“I am Madiha Jahan. I am doing Masters in Physics at Dhaka University ”.
"Nice to meet you."
The girl smiled a little, turned her head and looked out the window. Which means - no longer interested in talking. She may have thought I would ask for her phone number this time! You bastard! Not the phone number, I will collect bigger things from you. Be patient!
A great possibility is playing in my head. Today I think I can do an extremely brave thing. But the problem is if these old people don't get off the bus. And the bus driver also has to be seduced. He can be offered two things - either for fun, or for a thousand bucks. I proceeded to the front of the bus, sitting next to the driver to talk.
I turned my head for the last time and saw the girl. Fair, beautiful, slim! It will be fun today! But it is a pity to think that there will be no speed without killing the girl at the end of the work! I have introduced my name. He will recognize me. If he survives, he will file a case with the police and catch me with the police. This risk cannot be taken. After death, the body should be cut into pieces and buried in the ground so that no one can find it. Six to seven people have been sentenced to death for raping and killing a girl by stopping a bus a few days ago. The idiots have been caught not being able to hide the bodies. But I will not do so raw!
I know that the conscientious people of the society will feel terrified when they hear about my misfortune. But what is my fault? Is this kind of incident on the bus something new in our country? It has been like that all the time. Many men do these things. But before, people could have seen these incidents invisibly. The girls would be crushed for fear of losing their dignity. But the picture has changed in this Facebook generation. The girls are becoming brave. Being alert all the time, protesting immediately if there is any problem, later leaking it again on Facebook. As much as we have been irritated by their warning! There is no way to have fun in peace! That's why there is no speed except to kill at the end of the fun!
"Driver brother, what's your name?" I sat next to the driver and asked.
"Zakir". The driver replied with a smile.
"Where is the house?"
"Dharmatala".
"Are you getting married?"
"No brother." Shy smile on the driver's face.
"Why don't you get married?" Young age, can you be alone at this age? Looking for a girl for marriage? ”
“No brother. Who else will marry me? ” Feeling sad in the driver's throat. “I don't have any money. The color of the skin is black. It's not good to see. "
I smiled to myself, this is the line. Now the real thing can be said. “Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally? Have you eaten chhaka? ”
"No, no shit." The driver paused for a moment and said, "It would have been nice to have a mayor." Very nice to see. Like the heroine of the film. I wanted to marry Meyer. He tells me - ‘Look at your face first, then talk about beer’. Then the faith in Theika Maya Minus was shaken. "
Now I have to keep pace with the driver. In a moment, I came up with a fabricated story. “I have the same condition, brother. He was in love with a girl. He got a millionaire's son and forgot about me. He got married out of greed for money. Since then, girls have been a source of enjoyment for me. I don't try to get their minds. "
"If you don't mind doing Vog Kamne Karum?" Driver's question.
"Even if you don't mind, you can enjoy it, brother Zakir!"
"Camne?"
"By force." I giggled and smiled.
The crew smiled at the driver.
“Do you see a girl on the bus? Isn't that beautiful? ”
"Yes."
I blinked one eye and said, “Even if I pursue it for the rest of my life, I will not be able to get such Maya beer! Today, however, there is an opportunity to enjoy. "
The driver's eyes twinkled with greed, "But what should I do?"
"I will make that arrangement but there are conditions."
"What conditions?" Looking at the driver, it seems that he is willing to fulfill any condition in return for this opportunity!
"My turn first আগে I'll have fun as long as I'm happy. Until then you will guard. Then it's your turn. "
The driver stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. "I agree," he said.
“Make a system to get these old passengers off the bus. I'm handling the girl. Then you see the deserted road in front of you and take the car down from the highway behind the bushes. Then it will happen. "
I came back to my seat and sat down. The driver stopped the bus at Khanikabad. The old man looked at the people and said, “Won't you go under the bamboo? Everyone go to Naima. "
"The bamboo floor is far away." One said.
“Walk from this khan. The bus will go to another road. "
The men went down abusing the driver.
The driver started the bus again. The girl had been engrossed in listening to music for so long. He suddenly removed the earphones from his ears and said to the driver, “Brother driver, why did you come to another road? I use that road regularly! ”
“The new road is Afa. Good road. "
Seeing that the girl could not be satisfied, I said with fear, “You sit down, there is nothing to stress. This road is good. "
The girl got up and said, "Brother, stop the car and I'll get off."
I also got up. I came to the girl and said with a smile, "Why are you behaving like that, Madiha, calm down!"
"Please let me down." The girl said forcing her hand. Looks like she'll cry.
“I want to give you a hug. Why do you object so much? ” A smirk on my face.
"For God's sake." The girl's eyes are watering. Trembling with terror.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you too much." The smile on my face widened.
"Please."
Reaching near Sadhukhali village, the driver slowed down the bus. He left the highway and went into the forest. We first tied the girl's hands and face well. Then I dragged him and dragged him towards the forest. After going inside for a while, I stopped to see some thick bushes. Perfect place, no one will come here. It's getting dark all around. Crows will not even notice what is going to happen here!
Driver Zakir's eyes are shining with greed. After a while he is licking his lips with his tongue. Meanwhile I quickly began to undo unnecessary clothes on my body with my hands. I asked the driver, "Is there any knife in the bus?"
The driver pulled a knife out of his pocket. He showed me the knife and smiled in a devilish manner.
I also smiled with one eye. I said, "Mia, you are on! Are you ready for this? It's good. At the end of our work, the girl's body has to be dismembered. "
As soon as he said that, the driver walked towards the girl with a knife in his hand. I said anxiously, “Hey Corsis, boy? Will you kill the girl now? What do you do with the corpse then? ”
The driver laughed out loud. Hearing that smile, even a deranged person like me got upset. I think this shit has done with corpses before!
I ended up undressing. I begged Zakir, “Get rid of this guy. Let me start the fun. Today is my turn. "
I went forward towards Madihar lying on the ground. The girl has been fighting for so long. Now he is not moving. Kajal has washed away the tears and left a black mark around the eyes. He is looking at me with one glance. It seems that he has accepted his own destiny. What's the problem? I'm fine!
Suddenly I felt intense pain on the left side of my chest. It looks like something came in with a back and came out with a chest. The fire of pain burned all over my body. I knelt down. I remained steadfast like an object of wonder. I want to shout but the sound is not coming out of the mouth!
The object inside the chest came out again. Zakir turned from behind me and stood in front. Blood-stained knife in his hand. I stared in shock. I was born with amazement in my eyes. There is still that devilish smile on the corner of Zakir's lips. He proceeded towards Madihar lying on the ground. He cut off the girl's hands and feet, as well as her face. Madiha sat up. An incomprehensible smile on any part of his lips. The intoxication of murder is playing in both eyes.
My head is tingling. Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally. I could not sit. I leaned to one side. Zakir and Madiha came forward to me. Leaning on my face, Zakir said, "Madiha is my darling little sister."
Madiha said, “My brother and I have set this trap only to eradicate the ignorant like you from the society. Every day during the last trip of the bus, I get in my brother's car. Often a beast like you is found on the bus, we cut it into pieces and float it in the river. Today is your turn. "
The world in front of my eyes is getting dark. I know there will be no special news on my death. If the girl had accepted my lust and died, maybe there would have been an overnight fight. But no one will think of the death of a psychopath like me.