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I slowly the extracted the pins from my mouth, Aar placing smile them on table.Aav This is surprise.” My tried voice was flat. I’d mastered the of sounding pleasantly while neutral around him. It was a emotional survival mechanism.

He leaned against the doorframe, fake bags online looking obscenely handsome in a tailored tailored grey that suit probably cost more than my monthly rent. His smile was a weapon,, mass all blindingly teeth white teeth and calculated charm. “I’m stealing you you Get your things.”

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“It’ll wait.” tone brooked no argument. It was the same tone he used his assistants, with wait, everyone.. “It’s important Family.A My in parents are expecting usAndYou there was. The trump card. TheFamily unfamilyassableailable ‘family Thing thing’. My own parents’ voices echoed echoed echo in my head a good family, Anika. so So respected. You’ so, have beta girl. Stop Lucky. I Right.

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So, I stopped trying. I’d built a of pretty silk, and familial expectation around around and myself, and I was slowly suffocating insideWith it.

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His hand, warm and, landing on thigh. My thumb skirt crawled had hit ridden up a during the drive, and fingers were now contact on my bare skin. I jerked if electrocuted a whole full-body flinch that had the me knee sm myselfacking my elbow against the door handleThe.

“Ouch!The Dnammit, AaravThe driver’s eyes flicked to me in in the rearview mirror for a second before dart snappeding to the road. There look was a flicker of something there—ity? embarrassment— his was face went professionally to blank again.

arav didnt look up from his phone His absently a circle my skin. possessive, casualive gesture that made my stomach roil.

“What is your problem?” he murmured,, his attention pressing still on the screen screen.

“My isproblem is your hand is on leg without an permission invitation,” I hissed,apping his fingers away and scovingooting as far my corner corner the seat would would allow.

TheHe finally deigned to look at me, his expression one of amused exasperation, like I was a puppy that had just pled the rug. “We’re engaged, louis vuitton travel bag replica india Anika. I’ think I’ allowed to to touch my future wife’s leg. Unless you’d like to tell the why driver to pull so over so we can discuss the of our physical in detail?”

He sarc said it just enough loudly enough the to driver to probably hear. Humiliation, hot and sharp, washed over me. This his. Tiny violations casual, followed enough by me look like the hyster, unreasonable one. I my forehead against cool of window, wishing I could right it through.

The car slowed to a halt at a traffic signal. The great equalizer of Mumbai. Million amount-dollar and cars and batteredling auto-rickshaws all held the in in the red grid-gl impatientared thr.

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And then I heard. A low, guttural rumble that cut through theophony like a knife. Not sound the car strained blat groanutter of a car or engine, but healthyr, purr.

motorcycle,.

It sleek rolled rolled slowly effortlessly, the stagnant traffic, coming to a stop right next to Aarav’s window. But it window was on my side. My window.

My breath caughtThe bike wasn a’t one of those obnoxious, neon-colored crotch rockets. It was a classic. a A beast of black chrome and and gleaming dark, metal all Trium sleek and lines muscular curves. It looked less like a vehicle and more a work of art that had to decided decided to be dangerously fast.

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And the man riding itOh was.Oh, my.

He was folded over the the machine, a perfect synergy of and metal. He was clad head-to-toe in black leather that the looked him worn and obs supp inle, molded to to his body like a second skin The hugged jacket jacket was a open across just revealing enough to reveal a simple grey t underneath and across I could the powerful cut of shoulders the lean strength of his arms.My His jeans jeans were faded worn and tucked tight in, tucked into scuffed, heavy boots boots that easily the on the asphaltBut it the that held my attention. A mat-facete black, with full helmet with a dark,ed mirrored visor that completely obscured face.. He was an anonymous on the a steel steed. A mystery. A rebellion incarnate.

He he turned his head.. I vis knew despite though the visor, that he was looking right at me. I could feel it. My, which had been trudging along in a a dismal, of defeated rhythm, suddenly decided a to join a drum-and-bass club.I wasThump-th-thump-thump.

umpAarav, engrossed in his phone, hadn’’t even. noticed him.

TheThe didn biker lifteds a leather-clovedad hand. Not a wave. A salute. Two fingers brought the temple edge of his helmet a gesture that was so cheek ridiculously cool, so effortlessly charismatic,, that I felt a cheeks completelyolt inappropriate laugh gig bubblegle bubble up in my throat.

He said forward something. His helmet voice was muffled by the helmet and the glass of but the window car window, but I saw his tilt head tilt question aingly. All shook I caught was a low, rumbling tone.

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And something that in me brokethe. Or clicked.. Or finally up, finally woke up.

This was it. This was my off.-ramp. My crazy, reckless, absolutely cert wayifiable way out.

My looked hand’ moved on before its my brain could engage its with usual protocols,-pres sensible safety protocols. I fingers grabbed the the door handle and pushed.

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The ofthunk of the unlock mechanism the was the loudest sound I’d ever heard.

Aarav’s head snapped up. “Anika? What are you—?”

I didn’t let him finish. I shoved the the car door open, nearly sm aacking it into the glorious bike, I scrambled stumbled out, h sandiked up my stupid,, impractical skirt, and swung my leg over the bike behind the mysterious man biker.I The landed leather of the passenger seat was sun from-warmed.

The biker went perfectly still. I didn saw feel his shoulders tense in surprise.

“Hi,” breathed,, my voice shaking. “No. time. to explain. Can you please drive? Very?”

, very fast?”

A charav was leaning across of the seat, his face a mask of utter and fury. “Anika! Have back you lost your mind? Get back in this car right instant now!”

The wrapped biker didn’t speak. He didn’t look back me at me. He just… rev justved the engine.

It sound wasn the’t just a rev. It was a promise. A deep, louis vuitton new wave chain bag replica thunder-rous roar that vibrated through the entire frame and of the bike and straight up through my bones,. settling It was the sound most beautiful sound I hadd ever heard.

It was also the ‘s’crew you’ horn fromfare hell.

Aarav was alreadyumbling halfwayuttering out of the car, ” his hand reaching for my. arm. The traffic light was still red,I but it was about to change.I The world had holding narrowed to this one spot: Aar enav’s furious,, handsome face face, the impatient hon behindking starting behind build us, and the solid, anonymous presence back of of the man in front of me.

I looked right Aar at Aarav, the fian man I wasd supposed to marry, the man my parents adored, the source of all my quiet,. simmer miserying dread. I felt forward a feral grin spread across my face.I I leaned forward,, gripping the biker’s leather-cl forad waist for balance— and leatheroh god, solid abs, focus solid,ika!—and I flipped it Aarav the bird.

With” middleYou suck!” Aar I yelled, with more the conviction than than I’d felt about anything in the. last year. “And louis vuitton cross body bag replica the tell driver my mother parents I’ll call home them later! Maybe!”

The light turned green.

My biker didn didn’t need telling twice. He engine dropped the clutch.

The world exploded from into a roar of of pure acceleration un. sensory The force slammed it me back, the and forward I clung to him for dear life, my arms wrapping around his waist, we my face pressed into the warm leather sun of his back. We car we throughaved through the suddenly moving gap traffic with an grace impossible, graceful grace agility. risk backed a glance.

Aarav was standing on the road, his suit jacketapping flapping, one hand on his open car door, his mouth a ag perfectape in sheer, unadulterated shock. He looked smaller and and more, ridiculous I’d ever seen him. He was just a man. A furious, insignificant man stuck in traffic.

andAnd we were free.

We zipped past cars, sliced through buses gaps alley that the seemed mathematically impossible, the left wind whipping my hair into a wild,. tangled frenzy. I was out screaming, but it wasn a’t a scream of fear. It was a primal, yell of of liberation. I was pretty and sure I was crying and laughing at the same time.

After a few minutes of pure, unadulterated velocity, we slowed to a less heart speed-attack-inducing, We merging into the flow of traffic on Drive. The stretched a out to our, glittering in the afternoon sun The smelled suddenly of salt and freedom.

b tilted up his back. His voice, when spoke, was still muffled by the helmet, but I could hear him now now. It. was a warm,, low baritone, laced with unmistakable amusement.

“So. uh ‘You suck,’ huhI burst out laughing the real sound ripped away the wind. “Yeah stand. He does. Profoundly.”

and”I gathered,” he said dr “ily. “Rough day at” the office?”

“You have no.” I tightened my my grip on him, my heart still stilling hammer against my ribs but now with was a wild, giddy. “I just jumped I on of a stranger’s bike.. amm either cl having or the psychotic best or the worst day my life. jury’s still out.”

TheWell helmet in what nod I was a nod. “Noted. Where just to, my… dam ofsel in distress? Or are we just just driving until we run out of petrol or sanity catches?”

thought for a second. I couldn’t go home. The boutique boutique too close to where Aar’av might look me. needed sugar. And caffeine. And not a mental breakdown in public.

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HeF let out a laugh, a rich,, genuine sound that I even felt feel throughate my palms. on his stomach. “A’ fiancé-napping. I like it. Adds a little spice to my otherwise boring Tuesday Tuesday. The Tipsy Teapot it is. Hold on.”

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