#4 in Top10 in India on 14th March 2025
"itni nafrat naa karein ki pyaar ho jaaye 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊" 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽
"𝘸𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘺𝘢 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘲 𝘩𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘺𝘦 𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗿 𝗷𝗶𝗶" she whispered with a smile
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In Chandigarh, Punjab --- life’s been pretty hectic. Between my car events and preparing for the next race in Rajasthan, I barely get a moment to breathe.
And honestly, it’s already so hot here; I don’t even know how I’m going to survive Rajasthan.
Rabba bachai, I hope I make it through!
But the thing is, racing is my therapy. And for that, I’ll go anywhere—even hell if I have to.
“Oyee Shrayn putar,” my thoughs were interrupted when I heard my mother’s voice from outside the bathroom.
“Jii, bebe,” I shouted back, not bothering to turn off the water.
“How much longer will you take in the shower? We’re getting late! Forget that, we need to go to the Gurudwara to pray for your Rajasthan car race,” she yelled.
“Give me five more minutes, bebe! I’m just getting dressed,” I called back, though, in reality, I was lounging in the bathtub, massaging my head.
