Yash stood there, clad in a black leather jacket and gloves, casually leaning against a racer bike, with a helmet in his hand.
“No effin’ way!” I exclaimed as I walked towards him.
He chuckled as he said, “Took you long enough.”
“I thought you were getting a car driven by a driver!”
“Haha no. When I know how to drive, why should I take my driver?”
“Yash, driving before eighteen is illegal in India and I think, in most of the other countries as well,” I countered.
“I am sure that no traffic guard will wake up so early plus I have been doing this for the past week. No one has caught me yet. Come on, let’s go,” he said, as he put on is helmet and pulled the dark shade of it down.
Now, don’t judge me as those types of girls who are scared of riding in bikes and all. In fact, I love the
