It is an incomplete half story...

Emotions peeking from the bus window: A love story

The story of Rahul and Ankita, who travel in the same bus every day, is full of unspoken emotions and hesitations. Rahul, who has always been unable to express his feelings for Ankita, one day suddenly realises how special he is to Ankita.

While sitting on the bus, Rahul's eyes are always fixed on Ankita, but he never gathers the courage to speak out his heart. Ankita also looks at him, but the distance and hesitation between the two hinders them from connecting with each other.
When Ankita suddenly starts talking about herself, Rahul realises that their feelings are connected. Will they be able to speak out their hearts? Will they be able to complete their incomplete story?

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Ankita and Rahul depicting an incompleteness. 

In this story, the emotions with the raindrops falling on the window, the atmosphere of the bus, and the magical relationship between the two characters take the readers to a new love story. This is a journey where both the lack of words and the depth of emotions are encountered.
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Despite travelling in the same bus everyday, he is unable to say anything to her. He does not know why this is so.

Today too the bus stopped at the bus stop and her heart started beating faster. This is the last stop of the bus, so it is completely full. The bus got full in a short time, but the one she was waiting for had not arrived yet. Understanding the delicacy of the situation, Rahul booked the bus by keeping his bag on the seat behind him. This can also be called registering.

The bus was about to leave when a girl got on the bus, around 26 years of age, fair complexion, round face, hair on the head and white salwar enhancing her beauty. She had a colorful dupatta on, eyes were not black, rather they were a little lighter than the English dark black. There was a strange magic in the eyes. Rahul started searching for himself in those eyes when he realized that someone was touching his shoulder. When he turned back, the bus conductor asked him- "Have you kept this bag?" He was chewing something on the right side of his mouth, but this did not stop him from asking.

That beautiful, heart-touching image of Rahul vanished in a moment; now he too was a part of the growing crowd.

He- "Yes, this bag is mine. I have reserved this seat."

He said in surprise, "Hey! It's you, Doctor! You are sitting here, then why have you reserved the front seat?"

Someone is coming. As he said this, the man standing next to him looked at him with wide eyes and an interested look, as if after this I will give him my seat.

The familiar question was likely—"Who's coming?"

This question was the most difficult for Rahul, because the one for whom the seat was kept had not yet come. Actually, this question would be difficult for everyone, especially for those who have incomplete conversations. He still handled the matter - "For the one who has just come on board," he said casually, because he did not know her name yet.

"Okay then say this for Ankita!!"

When Rahul heard these words, he fell in love with them; something like the love for jaggery more than sugar, even though both act as sweeteners.

Ankita, who was still struggling in the crowd, the conductor called out, "Hey, Ankita! Come here, here is your seat." When Ankita sees Rahul standing at her seat, she understands the whole matter. But she had not paid attention to what both of them were saying. She moves forward to get her seat and sits on it. Rahul also sits on his seat and the bus moves on its way.

There was no proper seating arrangement in the bus; the seats were torn, none had cushions and water would drip in the rain. There was not even proper space between two seats! Despite this, Rahul travels his entire journey in this bus; not because he did not have any means to travel, it was not like that! Firstly, he likes this journey very much - the people running outside the window, the market, the views, the world, the shops, the mountains and the speed of the wind. Second, he gets to see Ankita every day with the help of this mirror!

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Ankita's image reflected in Rahul's window. 

Both these reasons have made him indebted to this bus; even today he sees Ankita in the image formed in the window in front of him. Her fragrance is reaching him too. He still remembers when he saw Ankita in this bus; her dupatta passed by him. It was a coincidence that her fragrance and all the threads woven in the dupatta had poured their colourfulness into him. Their interweaving had cast a spell on him like electricity. Even today he got lost in that colourfulness.

Sometimes he would look at the people standing in the bus and sometimes he would look at Ankita through that mirror; this has been going on for a long time.

But today he noticed that just like he has AirPods, Ankita also has them. But he knows very well that till yesterday she was using something else. Then how did this happen suddenly?

Maybe it's just a coincidence! He doesn't pay much attention to it.

Meanwhile some passengers get down from the bus; their stop had come. Some new people also board it.

Meanwhile the conductor comes and asks him - "Yes doctor! Where do you want to go?"

"Do you know why?" Here he tries to answer the question.

“But it is my job to ask every day,” was an attempt to turn the same question into a question.

Rahul thought why bother with this anymore - "Okay, take this!" He extended 80 rupees towards him.

"Where from?"

"Patla City!"

"Yes, cut the patla one only!"

Rahul- "Actually I had to get down near Lamba Brothers Industries, but you can cut the Patla one only!"

"It would be better if you get down near Amis City!"

Rahul- "Why? Are you joking? We will have to cross a river!"

Rahul- "Why? Are you joking? We will have to cross a river!"

The next stop was Ankita's; she stands for her stop. By now the crowd has thinned out considerably; before moving from her seat she looks at Rahul once, as if she wants to say something but the very next moment the conductor signals 'Lamda Road' to get off and she moves from her seat.

Rahul keeps looking at her but cannot muster the courage to say anything.
The conductor was looking at him. After Ankita got off, he looked at Rahul and said- "You should not get off at Patla.. you should get off at Lemda Road!!"

He understands what she says and smiles a little in response.

Ankita does not come on the bus for the next few days; the journey passes by empty.

One day, Rahul waits for her in the bus and today, she sits next to him instead of sitting in the front seat.

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Rahul and Ankita sharing a conversation. 

Rahul looks at her for a moment; the next moment he goes out and stands in the window.

He gives the key side to him. Even after this there is no conversation between the two.

Rahul opens his mobile and writes a message in it - "Why you didn't come yesterday?"

She senses this and writes a message on her phone - "I was gone to my cousin's marriage for last some days!"

Rahul sees this and feels a satisfaction which is natural.

After this she asks him a surprising question – "Have you missed me?"

This question would disturb anyone; why shouldn't it? How can a girl ask such a question to someone whose name he knew a few days ago? After all, he is talking to her for the first time today!

She looks at him and repeats her question – "Have you missed me?"

He agrees to this and writes – "You know me but how?"

She - "You might have forgotten me but I have known you for many months." She then adds a smiley emoji.

"You've known me for months but I saw you for the first time on this bus! So how do you know me?"

"Yes, but do I travel by this same bus? I first saw you with my sister—Doctor Varsha."

"Doctor Varsha... Varsha Dev!"

"Yes! She is my sister who is a heart doctor at your hospital."

Rahul feels happy and sad at the same time that he was hesitant to talk to Dr. Varsha's sister! He also regrets a little. The story has been presented here with corrections so that its original spirit is maintained and it is easy for the readers to read. If you need any other kind of help or want to focus on a particular part, please let me know!

Ankita: It is possible that he might have told you and you might not know about it!

Rahul: Yes, it is possible.

Ankita: You know, I have heard a lot about you from Didi. "You are one of the good doctors in the hospital."

Rahul: No, there is nothing like that. Varsha is also a very good doctor. She was the one who became my friend in this hospital. Well, this means you came to the hospital with your sister.

Ankita: No! I came to your hospital with a friend of mine. That's where I saw you for the first time. This is the reason why I come by bus even if I don't come with my sister.

Rahul: It is strange, when you started coming by this bus for me, I thought that you travel by this bus, so I also started travelling by this bus.

Ankita: So why haven’t you talked to me yet?

Rahul: Just like that, I thought that maybe I am thinking about you too much!

Ankita: (looking towards the window) What do you think, only you can see me in this window... I can also see you.

This was an unknown thing for Rahul, because the person with whom he had not even spoken noticed him. Not only did he notice but he also kept space for him. It was he who was not able to notice her.

Ankita: Didn't you notice? A few days ago I brought the same earphones as you have, so that you can understand this. Not only this, when I left for my house, I was looking at you. You still couldn't understand.

Before Rahul could say anything, a familiar voice came-"Lambda Road." This voice was of the conductor.

Ankita starts getting up from her seat for her stop.
Rahul: Tomorrow again in the same bus, at the same time.

Ankita: Okay.

Rahul: ok give me your number!!

Ankita takes out her phone and writes her number in the message and deletes it in a moment.

Ankita: Rahul, ask your sister.

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