The subway train ride turned out to be too smooth for Rohit. At first, Ragini was pouting, expressing her anger, but as the crowd grew, panic set in.
Until now, she had only taken the subway when she knew it wouldn't be too crowded. But today was unplanned. The crowd was severe this time, almost like the infamous local trains outside that the world knew for their suffocating rush.
For Rohit, it was nothing new. It reminded him of his old days. The only difference was the train's slower speed, but he didn't complain.
The reason? Ragini had huddled against his chest, unable to cope with the press of bodies. And the longer the ride, the longer the warmth he enjoyed.
Sure, a few people threw him peculiar looks, but he didn't care. Instead, he flashed them a smug smile, as if to say, 'Nice item, no! but she is mine?'
