"Stop there"
I startled at the sudden loud voice. I turned my head towards it's direction. There I saw him standing near our bedroom door. Or should I say his bedroom? He kept on staring at me angrily while my fingers are trembling. I gulped loudly...
"Wow, it's so much fun.", I giggled unstoppable like a nutcase, "God, I fuckin' love it already.", I shrieked throwing my arms in the fast wind crossing against me.
"Go, go, go.", I screamed, my hands hit the roof of the car as I saw the red colored ribbon dangling in the air a few meters away. A red Lamborghini Veneno behind us trying to overtake us increased my already rushing bloodstream.
"Yo, motherfucker. You can try but you can't win. Wanna go, weep on your Mom's lap?", I shouted showing my middle finger to his fuming face which is quite visible through the windshield.
My hair is dancing crazily in the fast wind, if my lower body wasn't inside the car, I'd have been blown away like a feather. I looked down to see Parth grinning from ear to ear, his eyes randomly shifting between the rearview mirror and the side mirror.
When the organizer tried to convince us that Parth wasn't supposed to race complaining that we're both drunk. But little did he know about the efficiency of drunken Kavya. A evil grin played on my lips as I recalled the stunt I pulled earlier.
"Fast, fast!", I shouted jumping on my jelly legs. My eyes widened in shock when the car came forward riding beside us in same speed trying to keep up with us.
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"Parth, go fast. We can't lose to that....", I paused searching for a swear word, "that....that bastard."
Parth's eyes are set on the track, his knuckles turned white in the lack of blood flow as he gripped the steering wheel in a dead grip, his leg kicking on the accelerator. I don't care if it's an appropriate time to think, but he is damn sexy with his serious look on.
As our car slowly yet steadily sped in the track pushing that bastard's show-off ass behind us, "Go, go, go!", I shouted in the deafening howls of wind. Our car tore the ribbon apart as we finished the race. "Woohooooo!", I jumped as I threw my hands in the air.
"That's a wrap-up, baby!", I stick my tongue out at the loser who is now glaring at me to death.
"I............you.", I heard Parth saying something. But nothing reached my ears in the deafening sound of crackers at the sides of the track.
