He looked inside through the window and his eyes widened in amazement as he saw her topless and braless. She was standing facing her back to him and evoking wild desires inside him.
He took his handkerchief from his pocket and crept into her room t...
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"Sidharth Shukla, a cool and ruggedly attractive rider, is set to take home the victory in today's race. For the past two years, he has won every race, so his fans are giddy with anticipation of seeing him win again today. Even I'm confident." The commentator chuckled as he said to the audience on camera.
Sidharth was waiting impatiently for the race to begin while seated on the bike, helmet on. He was donning a black helmet and a black and grey outfit. He was everyone's crush and was so hot that he could make any girl swoon. Every woman yearned to be with him. He had a breathtakingly hot appearance and when he rode the bike, he looked drove everyone insane with his style and attitude.
He was a bad boy, the devil, no one dared to argue with him. He had a habit of sleeping with a different girl every night because he was a philanderer. One nightstand that met his bodily demands and let him relax was all he was interested in. Love and all was bullshit for him and he had no faith in forever, he thought everyone leaves eventually just like his mother had left him and his father. He became enraged whenever someone brought up love. In his opinion, no one actually loves anyone in this life; love is just a big fat lie.
A massive crowd had gathered to watch the race, and they were all cheering for Sidharth. A girl stood in the crowd, wearing a black denim jacket and concealing her face with a scarf and cap. Her eyes are sparkling with excitement, and they are glued to Sidharth, proclaiming loudly that she is the purest and most innocent soul on the planet. Her hair was fluttering in the breeze while she was constantly praying to God to make him win the race today as well.
She was his secret admirer who came to see his all races covertly. She wasn't like his other fans who just wanted him; she adored him and prayed for his happiness every day. She was only breathing because of him only as his name was written in every breath she took. She gave him her heart and soul the day she laid eyes on him. She loved him selflessly in a way that no one else ever did.
