His Pretended Fianceé

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

This is my thing to do. Roam around or drive around the streets of Delhi at 12 when the city is deep asleep and the jammosaurus traffic is gone.

I know you guys are stuck with the word jamosaurus

Few might have even flicked through the pages of the dictionary or scrolled through thesaurus.

But you can applaud for me

Because Jammosaurus is my creation.

Jam is taken from traffic jam or congestion

Saurus is the dangerous version of mechanical dinosaur that is eating away the whole city.

Okay if you wish to throw onions, ripe yucky tomatoes or eggs like in Fault of stars, you are NOT welcome.

However the yellow lights gracing the streets of Delhi in winters of-6 degrees, slight mist blurring the vision and the hollow entrance of India gate expressing the grace and pride of the country.

Whoa I would have gotten an a+ if I had to write an essay on patriotism.

However my peace was broken by loud roaring

Couple of bikes sashayed around roaring with their engine destroying the silence of the night.

Probably teenagers, not that I am too old but yes they are adolescent who have been given the luxury and were benefitting from the same irresponsibly.

Not that I was anything different when I was16.

But life teaches you a lot.

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Two

Three

Four bikers in their badass dark and tight outfits roared and cut through the empty streets overtaking me.

And if it was my illusion or reality I did notice one of the biker slowing down and having a good look at me.

Should I be scared?

First the restaurant steward and now this biker!

Should I add to my car number plate "straight and no more single"

Shall I carry a board everywhere I go along "I am not a gay"

For heavens sake I have a fiance now

Well she is a pretending one but I do have her and I am no more eavailable especially for guys or gays whatever.

Shrinking into my seat I pressed the gas and tried to run away from the funny thouhts ad enjoy the calm of night.

Too bad calm and peace were somehow playing hide and seek in my destiny.

Few miles ahead I heard some loud yelling and cursing and the curiosity getting better over me I stopped to notice two cops having a tough time with girls.

Holy freaking shit!

They were not just girls

They were the bikers

Yes!! The bikers who werepulling stunts, speeding their bikes, lifting the rear wheels of their bikes and even ixrcumdated their bike on the rear wheel then speeding through the black and white speed bumps lifting themselves a feet higher in the air.

Gosh! These gilrs wer a handful.

Well I did smile a bit now.

My chest was now inflated like a kids jumping jack as I feel proud of being straed by a girl.