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Vasavi’s eyes widened. “Do you ever stop thinking about your project?”
Nami smiled. “I can’t. I need more than one semester of Simha, especially for such fun,” she said, looking around the racing setup.
“You are so…” her voice trailed off as she pointed to someone waving at her. “Isn’t that Ramya?”
Nami saw her cousin wave at her, gesturing to go where she stood. “I’ll be right back. Please save my seat,” she said to Vasavi as she made her way down the muddy slope to her cousin.
Ramya was standing with Naveen and a couple of other guys wearing their motorcycle jackets. “Nami, this is Naveen’s friend, Aryan. He is one of the racers. This is my cousin, Nami.”
Aryan was tall and had a charming smile on his handsome face as he held his hand out. “Nice to meet you, Nami.”
“Hello, Aryan.” She shook his hand. “Good luck with the race.”
“Thank you.” He paused like he was a bit confused. “Naveen told me you had a question for the racers.”
Nami nodded but was embarrassed that her excitement was misunderstood as urgency. “They can wait until after the race.”
“Sure.” He smiled. “If you are interested, you can be a part of the race. Ride with me on my bike?”
“What?” Her shocking response made the guys chuckle like they hadn’t seen such a reaction before.
“Yup, this is a straight lane, heavy-weight motorcycle race which is safe for two riders.” Aryan’s words were compelling.
Nami was freaked out already. “No, no… I’m fine just watching.”
“It’ll be a lot of fun. I promise.” Aryan was not ready to let it go. “If you change your mind about being my rider, just say it, and someone will bring you to me.”
Nami smiled, knowing for sure there was no way in hell she would ride on a motorbike during a race. “Sure.”
Aryan smiled. “Nice to meet you, Nami. I’ll catch you later?”
She nodded as Ramya let out a teasing giggle before whispering, “Nami, looks like Aryan wants you to ride with him.”
The tone in which Ramya said those words implied more. “Stop trying to set me up with every guy I talk to.”
“Aryan is not bad. He is Panther’s leader and a hot biker too.” Ramya giggled as they walked back to their seats.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure—” her words were lost when she bumped into someone who stepped in front of her. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay, I was…” The man’s voice trailed off, and she didn’t need to look up to see who it was.
“Oh, hey, Rana,” Ramya said cheerfully.
Nami knew it would be another confrontation and didn’t want Ramya caught up in the mess. She leaned closer to her cousin. “Give us a few, please.”
Her cousin made googly eyes before scrambling away like she had to be somewhere.
“What the heck are you doing here?” His tone made her look up, and he was visibly angry.
Great! Apparently, there is no escape from him.
In that moment, she decided he had no business questioning her, and all the reasonable conversations she was going to have with him to calm things down were no longer viable options.
“I’m here to do exactly what you are here for,” she almost spat.
Rana looked at her for a long moment. “Really? What I’m about to do… is race. Now, tell me, Namrata Varma, are you racing?”
Shit! Why the heck was the universe playing this game with her?
