Five glisening cars head towards us.

"Ha, Saif is going to regret giving the car to you." Zahir scoffs, sniggering at the Lamborghini at the end of the line.

I clench my fist, more angry at my slow coach of a partner for putting me in a bad position within the race.
This may seem like just a family game, but when you're always being mocked for being the only female participant, all you ever want is to prove yourself.

The first four cars file in, and the drivers quickly give up their seats for their partners.

Afterall, we're meant to compete this by doing two rounds each, like a relay race.

When Mikhail finally stops, I don't waste a second in pushing him to the passenger side and sliding in myself, all the others competitors long gone.
I kick off the car and drive, not bothering with the seatbelt.

"Hey!" Mikhail protests. "I need to get out!"

"I am already loosing thanks to you, so zip your mouth and hold tight." I say.

"You're so rude." He huffs, but nonetheless sits back.

I pick up the pace, until I'm on Zeeshan's tail. He wants to block me, but as soon a gap big enough opens up, I swiftly drive past.
This goes on for the next three cars and then finally neck to neck with Zahir.

I try to drive forward, but he moves in front of me, causing me to bump against the back of his car.

"Jesus, calm down woman, you're going to kill us!" Mikhail besides me exclaims.

"Oh please. I've done this before."

"I don't care, I am not dying on a speedway with you." He says.

"You'd be doing the world a favour by dying." I sarcastically snap.

From the corner of my eyes, I see his jaw drop in astonishment and brown eyes widen.

"You're such a horrible and dark person."

I ignore him and focus back on the race. Zahir is smirking into the mirror, directly indicating he thinks he's going to win this.

Over my dead body.

I falsely lead him to believe I am going towards the right, and when he shifts that way, I increase the speed and drive forward from the left.

And within a few blissful moments, I am past the finish line, where Saif stands with a proud smile.

I turn to look at a red as tomato Mikhail, who probably almost had a heart attack.

"And that is how you win a race." I say.

♧

Is anyone else listening to the song Dilbaro?