When Riya has to travel with her stepdad for her college exam. They have faced a problem for double sleeper was not available and had to manage in a single sleeper and turn out to be an amazing experience for both.

“I am really very sorry, Sir,” the guy at the ticket counter said, trying his best to hide his smirk, “I thought we had one double sleeper  remaining, but later I checked that there was only a single sleeper left.”

Rajiv’s frustration grew as he stared at the lecherous ticket agent. “But you said there was a double sleeper,” he protested, his voice rising slightly.

“I’m sorry, Sir, it seems we made a mistake. But the single sleeper is very comfortable. You and your wife will manage,” the agent replied, his eyes flicking over to Riya’s breasts once more.

Rajiv’s jaw clenched tightly. “It’s my daughter, not my wife,” he growled, his voice low and firm.

The ticket agent looked surprised, then embarrassed. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry, Sir. It’s just that, you know, in this heat…” His voice trailed off as he tried to justify his mistake.

Rajiv’s frustration was palpable. He had been looking forward to a comfortable journey with his daughter, but now he had to deal with this pervert’s assumptions.

He took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice calm. “It’s okay. We’ll manage. Just make sure we get a proper double sleeper once the seat is free.”

The ticket agent nodded hastily, clearly eager to get rid of them. “Yes, of course, Sir. I’ll inform the driver to make the necessary arrangements at the next stop.”

Rajiv’s eyes narrowed, but he kept his cool. He turned to Riya, who was blushing furiously. “Let’s just get on the bus, baby. We’ll figure it out.”

Riya nodded, taking the ticket from him. While Rajiv walked around to the back of the bus to keep the luggage, she stepped aside to let the other passengers board. She felt the weight of the ticket agent’s gaze on her ass.

With surprising agility for his age, he swung his leg over the side of the sleeper and managed to get in without knocking anything over. Rajiv noticed his daughter’s discomfort and gently patted her hand. “It’s okay. We’ll be there soon,” he assured her, his voice soothing despite his irritation.

She managed a small smile in return, taking comfort in the familiar warmth of his touch. He leaned over to the side of the sleeper and pulled out a bottle of water from the bag. “Here, drink this,” he said, twisting the cap off and handing it to her.