Downtown Street - Mid-Night

The street is alive with excitement as a crowd gathers around, cheering wildly. The roar of high-powered engines fills the air, and the lights from streetlamps and passing cars create a vibrant, pulsating atmosphere. In the center of the commotion is Yuvraj, known as Yuvi, performing daredevil stunts on his Ducati Panigale V4. The crowd chants his name, swept up in the thrill of his performance.

Crowd: Yuvi! Yuvi! Yuvi! Yuvi!

Yuvi weaves through the street, his Ducati slicing through the night with precision and speed. He performs intricate tricks and stunts, the crowd's cheers growing louder with each new feat.

Yuvi's prowess in bike racing was unparalleld.

Harshad: Bro yaar, Teri biking main Jadu hai Jadu.

Twinkle: haina.....Mera Yuvi hai hi Kamal ka.

Rohan Nanda another biker who was a constant competitor to Yuvraj but would loose to him with marginal differences.

Yuvraj: (giving a smug look) jab pata hai ki panga nahi le payega toh mujhse bhidta hi kyu hai.

Rohan Nanda: ohh really Yuvraj. Itna over confidence accha nahi hota.
Aaj din Tera hai...par yaad rakhna I will get back at u.

Their friendly banter came to a halt as

Suddenly, a new biker appears, effortlessly mimicking Yuvi’s stunts with an ease that leaves the crowd in awe. The biker's sleek machine moves like a shadow, matching and surpassing Yuvi’s every move.

Yuvi’s expression changes from exhilaration to annoyance. His pride takes a hit as he sees someone outperforming him. Determined to confront this rival, Yuvi speeds toward the biker. However, as he approaches, he loses control and collides with the biker. Both bikes go skidding, and the riders are thrown into a muddy ditch.

The crowd gasps as both riders tumble into the muck, their clothes and bikes splattered with mud. Yuvi, his face a mix of shock and concern, scrambles to his feet.

Yuvi(frantically): Shit, my baby!

Yuvi rushes to his fallen Ducati, pulling it out of the muck with great effort. Meanwhile, the rival biker, emerging from the mud with an air of indignation, stands up and brushes himself off.

His girlfriend Twinkle who had accompanied him in this late night venture

Twinkle(concerned, approaching Yuvi): Yeh Yuvi, uss biker ko apna baby kyu bula raha hai?

Yuvi, still focused on his Ducati, replies without looking away.

Yuvi: My baby... my Ducati V4!

He carefully lifts his bike from the mud, cradling it as if it’s a precious child. The rival biker, now standing with a look of disgust, approaches Yuvi.

Rival Biker(angrily): Aankhon ke andhe... How dare you! You don’t know how to ride a bike and yet you block my path. And you don’t even have the courtesy to help me up or pick up your bike properly!

Yuvi(furious, wiping mud from his Ducati): Don’t you dare say anything about my baby! It’s worth more than you... meri jaan hai yeh! Have you ever seen a Ducati Panigale V4? It’s one of the top bikes in the world. Can you even afford something like this?

The rival biker’s smirk grows wider as the biker takes a step closer to Yuvi, tone dripping with disdain.

Rival Biker: I thought you were blind in your eyes, but you’re also blind in your mind. And as for the question of worth...

He gestures to his own bike, which had been hidden until now. The mud-covered bike is revealed, a sleek, high-end machine that shines even in the dim light.

Rival Biker: This is the M777, a BMW. Imported from Germany. It’s the best bike in the world.

Yuvi’s eyes widen in shock as he takes in the sight of the M777. The BMW bike gleams with an air of superiority, contrasting sharply with Yuvi’s muddy Ducati.

Yuvi(stunned): The name is M777?

The rival biker nods, a triumphant glint in  eyes. The crowd, having witnessed the confrontation and the revelation of the superior bike, murmurs with excitement and awe.

In the world of high-speed rivalry, where machines are more than just metal and rubber, the clash between Yuvi and the mysterious M777 had become more than a mere contest of skill—it was a battle for pride and dominance.

Yuvi:aye u hv got guts then race me in a fair battle.

Rival biker: Nah, not happening. Mood nahi hai. Some other day Mr.Ducati I hv got to go smwhere

Yuvi: Hey listen.....

Harshad:(intruged)Naam toh batate jao.

Rival biker: call me M777.

Twinkle:(in admiration) kya swag hai bande ka.

The scene ends with Yuvi staring at the M777 in stunned silence, the roar of the crowd fading into the background as the realization of his defeat sinks in.

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**Scene: Sea Queen Apartment – Early Morning, 4:00 AM**

The usually quiet compound of Sea Queen Apartment echoed with hushed, yet animated voices as Twinkle, Yuvi, and Harshad stood by the entrance to their society. The gate of the society creaked as it swung open, revealing a fuming Yuvi, drenched in muck from head to toe, his face twisted in a scowl. Twinkle was standing a few feet away, her arms crossed, trying her best not to laugh as she took in Yuvi’s sorry state.

**Twinkle** (mockingly): "Can you believe it? That biker repeated all of Yuvi’s stunts in one go, without breaking a sweat!" Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she teased him.

Yuvi’s face turned a deeper shade of red, his fists clenched at his sides. **Yuvi** (irritated): "Twinkle, tu meri girlfriend hai ya uss biker ki?" His voice was low, but there was a clear edge to it.

**Twinkle** (raising an eyebrow, unimpressed): "Oh, hello! Possessive hone ki kya zaroorat hai? Jo acha hai, woh acha hai. Uski tareef toh banti hai! Waise bhi, use hara ke dikha, fir main teri tareef karungi." She flashed him a challenging grin, knowing exactly how to push his buttons.

Before Yuvi could retort, Harshad stepped in, trying to diffuse the tension, though he couldn’t help but smirk at Yuvi’s predicament.

**Harshad** (whispering urgently): "Guys, shh! Raat ke 4 baj rahe hai. Koi jaag gaya na, toh main toh bach jaunga, par tum dono phas jaoge!" He shot a glance towards the apartment’s hallway, half-expecting someone to pop out and catch them.

He continued with a mischievous grin. "Anyways, Mom aur Dad ka night shift chal raha hai. Lekin, Raman uncle… woh blast karega, Twinkle. Tumhari saari bikergiri wahin khatam ho jayegi."

Twinkle, who had been holding back her laughter, finally lost it at Harshad’s comment. **Twinkle** (glaring playfully at Harshad): "Yeh baat tu iss Yuvi ko kyu nahi kehta? Look at him—naali ke suwar ki tarah baas maar raha hai! Hip to toe kichad se lada pada hai. Tumhe lagta hai Raj uncle is so chilled out?"

Yuvi’s scowl deepened as Twinkle’s words hit home. He knew she was right. His dad, who had a low tolerance for nonsense, wouldn’t be happy to see him like this—especially not at this ungodly hour, covered in filth.

**Yuvi** (grumbling): "Main na yeh biker ke peeche padke apna hi dimaag kharab kar liya." He sighed, wiping a streak of mud from his forehead, smearing it even more across his face. "Par tu dekhti reh Twinkle, next time I’m gonna show that biker who’s boss!"

Twinkle: achha chalo bye yuvi....main ghar jaa rahi hu. Aur tu nahalena...Raj uncle se aise mat miliyo.
I know he is a chilled kinda person but still.

And she waved a bye while harshad and yuvi also left for their respective flats.

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Taneja residence

**[Scene: A dimly lit living room. The clock on the wall shows it’s past midnight. The door creaks open slowly, and Twinkle tries to sneak in quietly, hoping not to wake anyone. But Ishita, her mother, is sitting on the couch, waiting.]**

**[As Twinkle takes a few steps inside, Ishita suddenly reaches out and gently twists her ear, enough to get her attention.]**

**Ishita** (with a mix of concern and sternness): Itni raat ko kaha gayi thi, Twinkle?

**Twinkle** (startled, trying to free her ear): Maa, ouch! I was just out with friends...

**Ishita** (not letting go, her voice firm): Friends? At this time? Do you have any idea how worried I was? You know it’s not safe out there so late!

**Twinkle** (pleading, her voice softening): I’m sorry, Maa. We lost track of time. I didn’t mean to make you worry.

**[Ishita sighs deeply, releasing Twinkle’s ear, but her eyes still reflect concern.]**

**Ishita** (softening): Beta, I’m not trying to control you, but you have to be responsible. Next time, call me. I was imagining all sorts of things.

**Twinkle** (feeling guilty, wrapping her arms around Ishita in a hug): I’m really sorry, Maa. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.

**Ishita** (hugging her back, with a small smile): Good. Now, let’s both get some sleep before your father wakes up and twists both our ears.

**[They share a brief laugh, then head off to their rooms, with Ishita giving Twinkle a gentle pat on the back.]**

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De'costa Residence

Harshad sighed yet again his parents were not home. He so wished even he had to fret about time limits the wayhis friends fret about how their parents would rebuk them for coming late. But alas! Not everything in life aligns to our accord

He checked on his sister Ragini who was fast asleep.
He tucked her properly and decided to call it a day
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