Love's Rivalry (LOVE AND WAR)

😇PART 2: Mighty Rudra Singh Oberoi Defeated😇

It was a crisp, cool night, and Rudra, as usual, was in his element—revving up the engine of his car, ready to dominate the race. His friends were all gathered, the energy electric, everyone pumped for the night's showdown. Just as they were about to start, a sleek black Scorpio rolled up, parking right in the middle of the starting line.

"Tonight, I'm not just racing; I'm dominating!" Rudra declared, revving his engine with enough swagger to start a small fire.

Just as he was about to make his grand entrance onto the starting line, a sleek black Scorpio glided in, parking right in the center of the chaos. Karan, leaning against his own car with an air of mock superiority, grinned. "Everyone, meet my friend 'S'!"

Rudra rolled his eyes, his competitive spirit igniting. "Great, another wannabe racer. Let's do this!"

As the countdown began, Rudra's heart raced in tandem with his engine. "Three, two, one—GO!" The cars took off like bullets, engines roaring, tires screeching. Rudra surged ahead, adrenaline coursing through him.

But there was 'S', trailing closely behind, weaving through the night like a shadow. "Who does she think she is?" Rudra grumbled, glancing in his rearview mirror. "Doesn't she know I'm the king of this street?"

Just as the thrill of victory seemed within reach, the unmistakable sound of police sirens sliced through the air. "Split!" Rudra yelled, and they scattered like roaches under a light.

With their hearts pounding, they ducked into a dark alley, hearts racing as they listened to the sirens fade. "Phew, that was close!" Karan said, wiping his brow. "Let's get back to the race!"

As they revved their engines once more, Rudra shot ahead again, confidence surging. But in a shocking twist, 'S' maneuvered her way ahead, cutting him off with a fierce determination that left him gaping. "What the—?!"

As the dust settled and the engines quieted, the door of the black Scorpio swung open, and out stepped none other than Soumya—his childhood friend who had vanished from his life ten years ago. "Karan, you didn't tell me she was a knockout," Rudra whispered, barely able to comprehend.

"Not bad for a girl, huh?" he quipped, attempting nonchalance.

Soumya turned, her eyes narrowed like a cat ready to pounce. "What do you mean, 'not bad'? You boys really think you can just coast by on charm and good looks?"

Rudra stuttered, trying to dig himself out of the hole he'd just dug. "Whoa, calm down! I just meant—"

"I thought boys were supposed to be smart!" she shot back, crossing her arms. "But you seem to be all brawn and no brain. Anyway, thanks for the nonsense, but I have to go. Bye!" With that, she strutted off, leaving Rudra and his friends slack-jawed in disbelief.

"Wow, she just schooled you!" Karan cackled, slapping Rudra on the back.

"Shut up! It's not funny," Rudra mumbled, his face a bright shade of crimson. "I just lost to a girl... and she roasted me!"

Back at home, Rudra stormed in like a tornado. Anika and the gang were waiting, and the moment he stepped through the door, they all turned with eager eyes.

"So, how did the race go?" Anika asked, trying to hide her excitement.

Rudra threw his hands in the air dramatically. "I lost! To a girl! And she insulted me! It's a disaster!"

Laughter erupted around him, echoing off the walls. "The mighty Rudra Singh Oberoi defeated by a girl? This is the stuff of legends!" Shivay laughed, shaking his head.

"Go to bed, Rudra," Shivay advised, barely able to contain his laughter. "Tomorrow, Soumya will be here."

The next morning, Dadi was pacing by the front door like a pendulum, excitement bubbling over. A knock echoed through the house, and she raced to open it, beaming with delight. "Soumya! Come in, dear!"

Rudra emerged from his room, dumbbell still in hand, looking like a confused puppy. But as soon as he saw her, he dropped it with a clatter. "You?! What are you doing in my house?!"

Dadi turned, eyebrows raised. "Rudra, do you know her?"

"Yes, Dadi," he sputtered, flustered. "She's the one who won the race and insulted me!"

The room erupted with laughter, Dadi nearly doubled over. "Oh, Rudra! You always act like no one can best you. But today, my granddaughter showed you that there are people greater than you!"

Rudra's face turned a deep shade of red, a mixture of embarrassment and indignation. "Yeah, well... she's still a girl!"

Soumya flashed a cheeky smile. "And you're just a guy with a fast car and slow wit, Rudra."

"Slow wit?!" he exclaimed, incredulous. "I've got plenty of wit!"

"Right, like 'not bad for a girl'?" she teased, arching an eyebrow. "That's the best you've got?"

Rudra opened his mouth to retort, but nothing came out. He looked around, hoping for some backup, but his friends were too busy laughing to help. "I... well, I didn't mean it like that!"

Soumya crossed her arms, smirking. "Oh, really? Because it sounded pretty straightforward to me. How about we have a rematch? This time, maybe you can bring your 'A' game."

Rudra glared, determination igniting within him. "You think you can beat me again? You just wait!"

"Bring it on, Rudra! Just try not to lose your cool this time!" she shot back, laughter dancing in her eyes.

As the banter flew back and forth, Rudra realized he was enjoying this playful rivalry more than he had expected. Maybe losing to Soumya wasn't the end of the world; maybe it was the beginning of something unexpectedly fun.

But as the day wore on and they prepared for their next race, Rudra couldn't shake the feeling that he had met his match—and she was a force of nature all on her own. And this time, he was going to come out on top—if only to avoid another one of her witty comebacks!

TO BE CONTINUE...

TARGET: 100 VOTES AND 50 COMMENT..