The streets of Mumbai were alive with the rumble of expensive cars, racing like thunderbolts through the night. People grumbled as they were pushed aside, while cops shushed them to avoid trouble.
The road was cleared for the families of the rich and upper class societies.
A race was going on between the roads of Mumbai.
One after another cars kept passing in a deadliest speed scaring the people who were on the footpaths.
The people in the cars were enjoying the tremendous ride like they have been given immortality by the god.
In one of the red cars that was behind two other cars was looking like ragging in anger. The most impatient was the red car.
Hootings and cheerings were only audible in the other two cars who were before the red car.
Around 10 expensive cars were competing against each other. It looked more like a serious war than a simple car race.
Inside the red car a girl was screaming and shouting with all her might.
" What the fuck are you doing Rudra ? Fasten the pace....even if die today do not forget we can't lose the fucking race.... Fast...more fast..."
Among them, a fierce competition brewed, a race to prove who owned the streets.In a red car, Rudra gripped the wheel, his face twisted with anger. "Step on it, damn it!" he shouted, his voice drowned out by the cheers of the other racers.
He wanted to feel this like this was his last time competing. But for that he needs to win.
But Rudra was determined. "I'll win this, Bela. No matter what it takes," he said, his knuckles white as he pushed the accelerator even harder.
Breathing heavily he turned the car towards another road." What the -- what are you doing ruddy ? The route was that way... Turning to this side you're bringing more trouble to yourself. GET BACK TO THE FUCKING TRACK..." the girl screamed raising her hands in anticipation.
As they veered off course, Bela cried out in frustration, "What are you doing, Rudra?"
But Rudra just grinned, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Winning," he said simply.
" Calm down baby.... I need to win this right.. I definitely will. I'll make that fucking Shaurya beg for life. He's the one who misleaded me right ? Don't worry Bela I'm assuring you we'll reach the point before him and win."
He said with determination and accelerated the car towards a complete different road.
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"Di ?"
"Hmmm , say jai.. I'm listening." said Roshini while wearing him the shirt.
" I...I don't want to go to Vijay sir for maths tution." he said in one go.Roshini frowned. She was confused because he didn't wanted to go to his favorite maths teacher.
" Why bachee ? Didn't you say he's your favourite maths teacher and you also enjoyed going to him everyday. Then ?"
" Di actually...the seniors there say that you're -
" Nothing they say nothing" shouted choti who cut off her brother's voice in the middle.
Roshni looked at both of them and raised her brows.
" I.. I mean to say some seniors bully Jai sometimes and that's why he gets little upset di. Other than that he doesn't get to complain cause the senior is Vijay sir's son na that's why." choti stuttered a little bit and didn't gaze in her di's eyes.
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