She was literally born out of fire.
Not the fact that a dormant volcano erupted in another part of the world. But a gas cyinder exploded and hospital caught fire as her mother birthed her. Her mother died in child birth. And her father remarried. She got a half sister whom she loved like life. And became a daughter to a couple who were not at all related to them. She was beautiful, loyal, nuturing and explosive. A ball of fire...A soothing rain shower.. She was his mate.
Event: An illegal bike race.
The only rule was to win by hook or crook.
Youngsters took part in it for easy money, power struggles, adrenaline rush and show offs.
BUT SOME HAVE HIGHER MOTIVES.
" A thousand bucks on queen".
The man on the betting window looked up. The girl looked young; not more than sixteen. Oval face, chocalate eyes, brown hairs in a messy bun, loose white shirt, fringe jeans; she looked like a hippie. She was a student though as he saw a laptop bag and canvas shoes. She sure was in for a quick money.
" Are you betting for the first time", asked the man.
" On bikes yeah. Did on horses a bit though. Numbers too".
" A gambler", said the man
" Life is a gamble", she shrugged.
" Then hedge your money. Queen is the new driver".
" Odds are favourable ", she said.
She was right. Queen was currently placed 20 to 1.
The maximum she could earn wa Rs 20000 and minimum on a queen's third placement was 10000.
" Its a risk".
" No gains without risks", she said.
He placed her bet.And gave her a token.
" Enjoy the race. Hope you win", he said.
" Thanks", said the girl as she left to sit.
Harmless thought the betting man as he looked at her leaving.
WELL LOOKS CAN BE DECEPTIVE .
She sat on her seat and opened her tablet. After a few clicks a bird's eye view pf all drivers arrived.
She spoke on her blue tooth.
" 50 riders Kenny. I am sending you a list. They are the numbers you avoid. First timers and rogues"
" Roger that", Kenny replied.
She checked her phone. She checked the list. And smirked.
The riders gathered in the arena where they were introduced. Queen did not draw many cheers. With the blow of horn the race started. Queen's start was steady and average. She specially avoided rogues. Within two laps many of them crashed down as she surged forward. The queen maintained a position between 8th to 10th during initial rounds and passed unnoticed..As the race started coming to conclusion she was one of the few bikers who stayed alive in the race. She slowly creeped to Top 5. And was now racing ahead.
" Go queen". Kiara thumped the air.
And that's when men noticed her.
She was in 5th position when Kiara saw the movement of two bikers.
" Kenny 3 and 4 coming to you.Chances of sabotage Beware", said Kiara.
" So predictable ", muttered Kenny. " Thanks sis".
" Men and their tiny weenies", said Kiara as Kenny smirked.
Now she was right. Men have delicate egos. A GIRL WHO CAN BETTER THEM; the idea is alien to them. How can a girl defeat me? And the answer is never their own inadequacy.
So the two men creeped up on queen. One of them touched her waist as other cupped her chest. QUEEN BRAKED. She looked flustered. Both the men laughed lewdly. Too easy to defeat a girl.
" This race is not for you baby", said one of them smirking. " Come to daddy at night for appropriate lessons". And the men laughed. They lost the concenteration in race.
BUT NO ONE NOTICED SHE HAD NOT STOPPED BUT HER BIKE WAS APPROACHING THEM.
Suddenly queen stood up. Holding her hands on her bike to maintain balance she kicked one man on the face and other one's bike. The bikes collided with each other .
" There goes the bones", smirked Kiara. " GO QUEEN", she screamed.
The man at the betting window was impressed.
" In a battle lowering your defences is wrong", queen said to the men. " And girls are not afraid to teach creeps like you good lesson".
Then she flipped them off and continued.
She was now in third position.
The other two drivers for the first time saw a real threat in her. They maintained their respectful distance.
The race continued.
" Opening on left", muttered Kiara on her bluetooth.
Kenny acclerated with full speed. Now she was neck to neck on second position. As the turn came she took a sharp bend. Her knees scraped with the ground. She dd not brake taking this risk. AND IT PAID OFF. The leather pants tore off as her knees bled. But she was now one step shy of winning the race.
" Queen. Queen. Queen Queen, screamed Kiara.
At the last lap all the drivers accelerated. So did queen.
But the one leading was a true pro. He did not give her a single opening.
" He is smart", said Kiara.
With few metres left Kenny accelerated . On full speed she gave a front break. He front tire rose.
" Ohhhh God", screamed the public.
But Queen was in full control . As soon as she was air borne she accelerated and landed right in front of the winning ribbon claiming it as she moved forward.
" The winner of the race is queen".
The public was stunned. What a spectacle!
But they were in for more treat.
Kiara rushed forward and hugged her sister.
" Kenny beyach you choked me for a second but dude we won. Wooo hooo", she screamed.
" Its the only thing that counts", replied queen as she removed her helmet. And then jacket.
THE WORLD AROUND HER STOPPED.
Raven black hairs, heart shape face, black sleeveless shirt that showed a large Trishul tatoo on her right arm. Torn black leather pants. kohled eyes. Deep green and strawberry red lips. Beauty .
Kiara removed her baggy shirt too. She complemented her sister.
Small oval face. Chocalate eyes. Chocalate brown hairs with streaks of red. Pink lips. A white sleeveless shirt and fringe dark blue jeans.
THE SISTERS STOPPED THE WORLD AROUND THEM. TWO STUNNING BEAUTIES.
Princess Kanupriya Diwan and Princess Kanchan Diwan appeared on the arena to rule it.
" Time to collect our spoils", said Kiara. " Here mister", she handed her betting ticket to the man on window.
" I am Jason", he introduced himself. " That was was spectacular. I have never seen a dare devil like you".
" Thanks", said Kenny.
" Your money girl". He handed 20000 bucks to Kiara.
" Are you legal", he asked Kenny.
" Turned 18 last month", she said.
" Then the stage is yours queen. Take the trophy", he said.
"Then the stage needs some drama", she said as she marched to the keg of bear.
" MOVE LOSERS", she bellowed.
She went upside down as she took swag of bear from a pipe in the position. Then she somersaulted on stage. Kiara rushed to her sister. They popped the champagne open.🍾🥂🥂
" CHEERS", they screamed.
" Queen, queen, queen", grew the chants.
WELL THAT WAS FOUR YEARS AGO.
She hasn't lost a race yet.