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07⚚ Wished

On a special request of my best friend, here you go!

Vencie POV:

Daksh and Ruhi stood in the stands, both fidgeting with their fingers, clearly tense. Why wouldn't they be? Their best friends were about to go head-to-head in a race, and both outcomes held their own stakes.

Daksh knew just how skilled Viraj is—he'd seen his best friend dominate race after race without breaking a sweat.

But now, he found himself wondering, Would Viraj actually be willing to lose, even if it meant letting his 'enemy' win?

That was what Daksh wanted to see, if Viraj would put his own pride aside to let Amaira take the lead.

He couldn't deny the curiosity tugging at him, but he couldn't predict what his friend would ultimately do.

On the other side, Ruhi felt her stomach twist with worry. She hated loud, chaotic places like this, the noise and adrenaline making her feel on edge.

But for Amaira, she'd stepped out of her comfort zone tonight.

Amaira had always been there for her, and even though this place set her nerves on edge, Ruhi wanted to support her best friend.

She also knew Amaira wasn't new to this—she'd been trained thoroughly, taught every thing by none other than Gaurav, who happened to be Ruhi's long-time crush.

Or maybe 'love of her life' would be a better description, though she'd never admitted it to anyone. Not even her bestfriend.

Even so, she trusted Gaurav's training and Amaira's skill. Yet, Ruhi also knew that Viraj had been trained by Gaurav, too.

Now, two of Gaurav's best students, who happened to be enemies, were up against each other, and she couldn't help but wonder who would win.

The thought gave her a headache, and she rubbed her temples, sighing as the tension crept in.

The starting gun sounded, jolting them from their thoughts, and they both watched intently as Amaira and Viraj shot forward.

As soon as the gunshot echoed, Amaira shot forward, her grip steady on the wheel as her car roared to life.

Viraj was right on her tail, maneuvering each turn with precise control, his gaze sharp and focused.

They both tore down the track, leaving the other racers far behind. Amaira glanced back at Viraj through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but grin, giving him a playful smirk.

She pressed down harder on the gas, taking a sharp turn that nearly had her car on two wheels.

"Come on, vijulu! Is that all you've got?" she taunted, the challenge ringing clear in her voice. Viraj narrowed his eyes, smirking as he tightened his grip on the wheel.

Alright, vixen. Game on.

He accelerated, quickly closing the gap between them. Amaira could feel the adrenaline rushing through her veins, a thrill she rarely felt in the palace.

Racing Viraj was unlike anything she'd expected, the rivalry pushed her, and she could sense he was giving her just enough of a challenge without crossing the line.

Amaira darted ahead, weaving in and out like a seasoned pro. Viraj couldn't help but admire the way she handled herself, her confidence radiating through every turn.

He matched her pace, almost bumper to bumper, refusing to let her take an easy lead. But then, as they neared the final stretch, Amaira looked over at him, giving him that same mischievous look.