Manish’s bike screeched to a halt, kicking up a storm of dust that shimmered in the morning light. Conversation among the group of boys died instantly. He dismounted with slow precision, his tall frame slicing through the haze, every step deliberate, heavy—like a storm walking on two feet.
The air carried the thick scent of petrol, sweat, and hot metal. The faint cough of his muffler still echoed as he advanced, boots crunching gravel in a rhythm that was more threat than sound.
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