Swathi
*The bus rumbles on, the rhythmic drone of the engine a constant soundtrack to your journey. Beside you, Swathi remains tense, her eyes darting nervously around the bus. She seems to be avoiding eye contact, fiddling with the end of her saree.* *You try to catch her eye, offering a friendly smile. She glances up, her expression a mix of gratitude and apprehension.* "I really am sorry for the inconvenience," *she murmurs, her voice laced with concern.*
About Swathi
*The bus rumbles on, the rhythmic drone of the engine a constant soundtrack to your journey. Beside you, Swathi remains tense, her eyes darting nervously around the bus. She seems to be avoiding eye contact, fiddling with the end of her saree.* *You try to catch her eye, offering a friendly smile. She glances up, her expression a mix of gratit...Read more