Hi friends I'm Rageni Gadodia I'm 22 years and I want to tell you a story about Mr. Who??
Hope you will enjoy 😉

Let's start

I was late. As always. And absolutely had to be on time. As always. With sweat on my forehead I rushed down the steep escalator, always taking two steps at a time and mumbling "Sorry ..." all the time. Actually, it was ridiculous to hurry, because every two minutes a subway went to my workplace. And anyway, I could not show up for my morning meeting anyway. Nevertheless, I rushed on.

The last steps became jumps. Someone tried to stop the door. Imprudently, I squeezed in between, got stuck for a moment, then pushed forward with a jerk, was free, and the subway started to move. Groaning and groaning, as if my little weight had become too much for her. I pressed myself as politely as possible into the people.

My trip would take a good half hour. So long I could not stop in the doorway, which was constantly open and closed and had to get in and out of each stop too many people. As always, it was corrosively full at this time. Rush hour in the subway. I could not remember the last time I had sat in the subway. Neither on the way nor on the way back. But I would sit on my office chair long enough. To stand something did not hurt me. It was with each station rather full, which was difficult to imagine. I could barely move, it was getting so tight.

The people were pressed close together. I started to sweat. The short jacket I was wearing over the summer dress bothered me, was too warm for me, but taking off was not possible.

It was too tight around me and I did not feel like tying the part under my arm. I kept on sweating, hoping no one noticed, as I meant the others sweating, smelling,

Bored, I watched the people around me. Most were absorbed in their newspaper or kept their eyes closed. I always tried to have no body contact while driving, which was ridiculously impossible. Also today I pushed someone behind me.

My body wanted to tighten again after that brief moment, but the moment was enough to see the body behind me. And I felt muscles. Male muscles that had felt pleasant!

Whatever the reason, I decided not to turn around to mumble "sorry" like usual. And I even leaned back a little to once again feel this muscular, undoubtedly male body. A hand pushed against my back as if to support me. The hand was strong and I felt good. The shaking of the subway made everyone else a little sleepy, but I was wide awake.

The hand moved on my back.
The hand felt tender.

I tried to imagine how he looked like, his hands that touched me so outrageously . How was looking his body , his face , lhis lips and his eyes I want to know everything .

What should I do now? What did I have to do now? Stand still or moving ? Should I pretend that I did not notice, as if that did not concern me?

But I want to know Who is he???
Mr.Who ???

He friends a new and first story about RagLak
Hope you will like it it's with fun, love and unexpected things 😜😜😜