Engines roared.
The air turned heavy with the mix of smoke, adrenaline, and danger.
Amaira's heart pounded inside her chest - but not because of the damn race.
It was because of him.
Reyansh Singhania.
Sitting in that sleek matte black beast of a car like he was born to rule the roads... just like he ruled everything else.
His honey brown eyes were locked on her through the window.
Predatory.
Dark.
Possessive.
Like he was already claiming his prize.
Her.
Amaira gripped the steering wheel tighter, refusing to let her stupid heart fall for the trap.
No freaking way.
She'd rather set herself on fire than let that arrogant Chudail Singhania walk around calling her his.
Not tonight. Not ever.
"Ready, Angel?"
His deep, rough voice crackled through the walkie-talkie clipped to the dashboard.
Amaira's breath hitched.
Damn him.
Even through a piece of plastic, his voice felt like liquid sin crawling down her spine.
Focus, Amaira.
"Ready to watch me disappear in your rearview mirror, Mr. Singhania?"
A low, dark chuckle echoed through the speaker.
"We'll see."
The countdown started.
3... 2... 1...
Boom.
Both cars shot forward, tires screeching against the asphalt.
Amaira's heart slammed into her ribs as the night blurred around her. Her fingers wrapped around the gearshift, switching into higher speeds like second nature.
This was her secret world.
The one thing that made her feel wild and free.
Amaira Malhotra... the sunshine girl who everyone thought was too soft, too innocent...
raced like the devil herself.
"You really think you can outrun me, Angel?" Reyansh's voice crackled through the walkie again.
Amaira's lips curved into a smirk.
"Keep talking, Mr. Chudail Singhania. Maybe you'll distract yourself and crash."
A low, dangerous growl rumbled through the speaker.
Oh... she definitely hit the right nerve.
Perfect.
Their cars flew side by side, dancing dangerously close.
Amaira's eyes flicked towards him - and there he was, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting lazily on the window.
Calm.
Collected.
Looking like a damn king in the middle of chaos.
But Amaira wasn't stupid.
She saw it.
That tiny flicker of frustration hidden behind those dark honey eyes.
Ohhh... Mr. Grumpy didn't like that a little girl was giving him a hard time.
Amaira smirked wider.
Let's see how much patience this Chudail Singhania really has.
Amaira's foot slammed on the accelerator, her black beauty speeding ahead.
She heard him curse through the speaker.
"Fucking hell, Amaira-"
"Language, Mr. Singhania." She sing-songed sweetly. "What happened? Is the great Mr Grumpy losing to a little angel?
That was it.
The last damn straw.
The next second, Reyansh's car swerved dangerously close to hers - so close that his front bumper almost grazed her side mirror.
Amaira's breath caught.
Crazy, possessive, weirdo monster.
Her heart was thumping out of her chest.
But her smirk never wavered.
"Careful, Angel." His deep, husky voice whispered through the speaker. "I play dirty when I'm losing."
Amaira's heart skipped.
Not because of fear.
Because of the way those four little words made her whole damn body heat up.
I play dirty.
Control yourself, Amaira. He's just a Grumpy Chudail. A tall, hot, annoying Grumpy Chudail.
"Aw... is Mr. Singhania trying to scare me?" she teased, biting her lip.
"I'm trying to own you."
Amaira's breath caught.
Her fingers almost slipped on the steering wheel.
Did he just-?
"You want to own me?" she shot back, trying to sound unfazed.
"Not want to, Angel." His voice dropped to a sinful whisper.
"I already do."
Amaira's cheeks heated up - but she quickly masked it with sass.
"In your dreams, Mr. Singhania."
His low chuckle wrapped around her like smoke.
"Sweetheart... I've been dreaming about you since the moment you crashed into me."
Her heart literally stopped beating for a second.
What the hell?
This was not happening.
No freaking way.
"You... You need a doctor." Amaira stammered, gripping the wheel tighter.
Another dark chuckle.
"Maybe. Or maybe I just need to get on my knees for you, Angel."
Amaira's whole body burned.
Why... Why did this arrogant, rude, dangerous man know exactly how to mess with her sanity?
"You'll never win, Reyansh." She muttered under her breath.
But somehow... deep down...
A twisted little part of her kinda wanted him to.
The final lap blurred by.
Their cars neck to neck.
Every nerve in Amaira's body was on fire.
Her hazel eyes flicked towards the finish line...
And then towards Reyansh.
He was already watching her.
Not the road.
Not the finish line.
Her.
Like he couldn't decide whether to win the race...
or ruin her instead.
Amaira's breath caught.
God, what the hell was wrong with him?
In the very last second...
Amaira's car crossed the finish line first.
The crowd exploded.
Amaira slammed on the brakes, her heart thundering in her chest.
She did it.
She freaking won.
But before she could even breathe-
A shadow fell over her car window
Reyansh.
Towering beside her car.
Looking like he wanted to break something.
Amaira rolled down the window slowly.
"Oops." She grinned. "Guess you'll have to practice kneeling, Mr. Singhania."
His jaw clenched so hard, she swore she heard his teeth crack.
But then...
He smirked.
Slow.
Dark.
Deadly.
"Oh, Angel..." He leaned down, placing both hands on the car door.
"You really think I need a bet to kneel for you?"
Amaira's breath caught.
What... the...
Before she could recover, Reyansh's long fingers wrapped around her chin - tilting her face up through the window.
His thumb brushed lightly against her lower lip.
Amaira's heart stopped.
"I'll kneel for you, sweetheart." His honey brown eyes burned into hers.
"But only if you promise to sit on my lap while I do it.
Amaira's whole body short-circuited as she stepped out from her car
The bastard.
The absolute weirdo monster bastard.
"I-" She tried to speak.
But her stupid mouth refused to cooperate.
Reyansh's smirk grew wider.
He was enjoying this.
"Yo
u were saying, Angel?"
Amaira snapped out of it, smacking his hand away from her face.
"Shut up, you Chudail Singhania!"
Rocky stood frozen behind them, watching the whole thing with wide eyes like he'd accidentally walked into a Wattpad story.
........
To be continued
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