Riddhima had just finished stuffing her small bag up in the compartment when she felt someone's presence behind her. Somehow, that feel was NOT familiar, she thought to herself as she disregarded her first thought of it being Armaan. The same person then bumped into her, making her twirl around as fast as she could.
"Sorry.." The man replied, scratching his stub. Riddhima eyed him, judging his red bandana, slightly long hair, and brown jacket, with a red t-shirt inside. His dark brown eyes had some sort of amusement in them, which sent the creeps through her, and she automatically looked around for Armaan, whose back was turned as he was helping an elderly man put his bag up. Her heart warmed up at that action, as she felt her eyes get glued to him. His perfect profile just made her melt, and she wished she could hide herself in it like she had done before.
"I'm sorry.." The guy in front of her repeated, bringing her out of her reverie. She tightened her own jacket around her, and smiled very slightly at him, her smile not reaching her eyes.
"It's fine." She replied, and immediately excused herself stepping over an old lady's feet and placing herself on the inside seat. From the corner of her eyes, she could see the guy's eyes still on her, and turned her face, to look out, feeling herself boiling in rage. What was wrong with these people? Couldn't they keep their stupid, good for nothing, evil eyes to themselves, not to mention getting rid of their sadistic thoughts and minds! The guy finally went and sat on the opposite aisle, just across the lady. Riddhima could still make out the guy staring at her, and felt like punching his guts out! Wouldn't he give up already? She felt the bus jerk, and move forward.
