THE RACE

To say that we over-speeding is an understatement. We are steering at a supersonic acceleration. But forget the speed for now, because I now thank his savage driving speed as we manage to dodge the countless bullets being showered on us.

I'm nearly leaning on him, breathing through fear. Dripping drips terror.

By God's miracle, our car manage to circumvent the group of armed men, and the speed increases further. We are technically floating on air as we veer away from the impending jeopardy. With one hand fisted on Deep's hand, and the other one soothing my heart to stay in its ribcage, I tilt my head back, to assess the status of the rest of us, thinking that they were lucky just like us.

My eyes are greeted by the most horrendous horror film. Ajay's goons have gotten out of their vans, firing back in defence of the furious groups. The sounds of gunshots are like wild showers that are deaf threatening. Both groups are as equally dangerous. They might end up killing other.

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