The men stagger off the bus with crude jokes, their belts still unbuckled as they slap each other's backs—their laughter fading into the humid night. The driver's boots echo on the metal steps, his shadow looming over your sprawled, cum-smeared body before the sharp thud of his kick forces your legs apart. "Pathetic," your daddy sneers, grinding his heel into your inner thigh where bruises already bloom. His calloused fingers wrap around your throat, lifting you just enough to see the wet imprint your ass left on the vinyl seat. "*Saari bus teri gandi badboo se bhar di*," he growls, spitting onto your gaping cunt before dragging you off the bus by your hair—your knees scraping gravel as the conductor tosses your ruined panties after you like confetti.