BEFORE:-
him:-it is known as cool dude you know!
her:- hamare gaon mai aise ladko ko "chichora" kehte hain!
(in our village we call boys like you "frivolous")
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Kartik singh rajvansh is an ace car race...
As Divya walked along the highway, a car pulled up beside her. The window rolled down, revealing a man with a friendly smile.
"Hey madam are you waiting for a ride?" he asked.
Divya hesitated, thinking maybe this was the cab driver she had booked. "Yeah, I'm waiting for my ride," she replied.
" Hop in, I am the one you booked ride" the man said, his smile growing wider.
Divya's instincts whispered caution, but she brushed it off. She was tired, and this seemed like a convenient solution.
"Thanks," she said, getting into the car.
As they drove away from the highway, Divya started feeling very scared but stood strong. The man's smile seemed more sinister now, and she felt a chill run down her spine.
"Where are we going?" she asked, trying to sound calm.
"We're taking a shortcut," the man replied, his eyes glinting in the rearview mirror.
Divya's heart raced “Bhaiya!! Tell me the adress you were supposed to take me”
The cab driver panicked internally, she caught him red handed but he just pulled the cab sharply as divya realized her mistake. She was alone in a car with a stranger, heading into the unknown.
Divya quickly started hitting the door as the man yelled for her to shut up, she swing her fist to his nose as he lost control of steering wheel and the car thrashed into left way of highway stopping not before overtaking suddenly a red Lamborghini,
Divya quickly got off the car scared
Meanwhile kartik got off his car and slammed his car door , already on his way to the taxi driver angrily, as many cab drivers drive drunkly or even carelessly, moreover his favourite car was going to get hurt today because of some moron although he has river like cash to get it repaired but no still how dare someone
He straight up hold the cab driver collar "What's wrong with you, man? Can't you drive properly?”
The taxi driver, still shaken from the close call, stuttered, "I-I'm sorry, sir...I lost control..."
Kartik's anger boiled over. "Lost control? You were driving like a maniac! My Lamborghini could have been damaged because of your recklessness!"
The taxi driver cowered, "I-I'm sorry, sir...it won't happen again..."
Kartik's anger was still palpable as he turned to leave, when suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He spun around, taken aback, to see Divya standing behind him, her eyes blazing with determination and sacredness.
Now he finally acknowledged her presene, he gazed at her and for a moment he felt lost, her black doe eyes, her soft lips, the way her jhumkas swinged, and her looking pretty in the red traditional suit ....an attire he was not used to see the girls of mumbai here wear, he has never seen a girl so beautiful yet fragile , seeing her makes him want to only keep her to himself and ruin her with his evil intentions but he quickly coughed mentally cursing his head for thoughts like these
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Divya was looking at him and moved to left ,as kartik gaze followed her then she moved right as he looked at her right, she spoke “glad you are out of your zone out world! I have been calling you for past minutes mister!!”
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Kartik quickly adjusted himself and back to being on his personality “And do I know you miss?”
she spoke, her voice weak as if trying to sound strong "You don't understand what happened."
Kartik's expression turned skeptical. "What are you talking about?"
Divya took a deep breath. "The cab driver wasn't drunk. He was trying to harass me. When I yelled for him to stop, he lost control of the cab."
Kartik's eyes widened in shock as he turned back to the cab driver, who was still cowering in fear. "Is this true?" he demanded.
The cab driver gulped meekly, not meeting Kartik's gaze.
Kartik's face darkened with anger. "You're lucky I don't call the police," he growled, the cab driver internally sighed in relief of him not calling police but kartik next words had him shock “because I would be the one dealing with you"
He swing his fist hard on cab driver as divya internally flinched moving to aside ,kartik holder the cab driver collar and spoke “if you ever dared to pull up a stunt of scam like this for any of the girl your grave would be entitled specially by me , and dont worry the funeral would also be by me”
He called his freinds dad who was police head of bandra, and in short the police arrived taking the guy as Inspector raunit smiled “thanks kartik we own you one” as they left with the guy
Kartik turned back to Divya. "Are you okay?"
Divya nodded, still shaken. "Y-yes, thank you...I didn't know what to do."
Kartik's expression softened, and he offered, "I'll drop you off wherever you need to go. You're not safe with these kinds of drivers around."
She slowly nodded, so much of drama happened, she has already messaged her baba that she already reached her apartment while she was on flight, as when she got to know the flight would be late she didn't wanted to make her dad worried and now by this incident too she didn't wanted....
