The curse || By Safyy Khan-

Part-1

POV:

"Uncle, please give me a ticket," a boy was pleading with the guard like a madman to buy a ticket. "Son, the tickets were sold out three days ago. You are too late."

"Uncle, please, I will give you ten thousand rupees extra. I must see
the race myself," he insisted.

The gates to the ground had opened at nine o'clock, and by ten past nine, the whole ground was packed with old people, boys, and girls. Everyone was waiting, not just for the race, but for the person who had secured a special place in their hearts.

It was eleven o'clock at night. Slowly, boys were entering the ground, and everyone was welcoming their favorite racers with cheers and flowers.

However, more than half of the crowd was eagerly looking for someone special. The moment arrived when Meer Zain entered the ground, and the entire stadium erupted with applause, chanting.. "Zain... Zain... Zain..."

A boy, looking worriedly at the person standing in front of him, said, "Are you sure Zain will win? I bet five hundred thousand on him."

Ali looked at the boy in surprise and then smiled, "Looks like you are new here?"

"Yes, unfortunately. And as luck would have it, my first bet is on your beloved Zain," the boy replied.

Ali opened his eyes wide and smiled, "Brother, then you are lucky."

"My five hundred thousand is as good as gone, and you say I am lucky? How so?"

"Because I have never seen Meer Zain lose in my entire life," Ali replied.

The boy's imagination changed from fear and anxiety to happiness and peace. He joined Ali in chanting..
"Zain... Zain... Zain."

Just then, they saw a bike approaching the finish line. As it came closer, they recognized it was Zain. Ali exclaimed, "Look, my lion is here!" In no time, Zain crossed the finish line. The crowd erupted with cheers and chants of "Zain's victory."

Zain got off the bike and started removing his helmet. He was extraordinarily handsome.

Meer Zain, with sharp eyes, was the king of racing. His black silky hair was neither too short nor too long, and his blue eyes could captivate anyone at a glance. A small cut at the end of his left eyebrow added to his handsome face.

He was wearing black pants with a white shirt, the top two or three buttons of which were open. He wore gloves on his hands.

Ali came up to Zain, smiling, "There is no excitement anymore in your winning."

Zain laughed and replied, "Because Meer Zain never loses."

Meer Zain was the only son of Korea's top businessman. He had won every race in life. As good-looking as he was, he was equally ruthless, changing girls like cars and cars like mobile phones. Whatever he liked became his.
"Zain... Zain... Zain..."

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"On the other side"

There was a large crowd, and everyone was clapping for a single girl. A woman said to the girl, "If it weren't for you today, my child would have died. How can I thank you? What is your name, dear?"

An aunt was standing at a crossroad with her child, waiting for the green light. Suddenly, her child let go of her hand and ran across the road. A car was approaching from the other side. A girl standing on the opposite side saw this and immediately ran towards the child. She picked up the child in her arms, jumped to the other side of the road, and saved the child. Everyone applauded her bravery and started chanting her name.