The Club
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Chapter 3: The Road
The bar is on the border of the city, on the outskirts. It is not even marked on Google Maps. We are just following the location that her friend sent. The roads look dark and deserted. There are no streetlights, and both sides of the road are scarcely lined with broken, deserted houses. The complete silence of the road is being broken by an occasional gang of fast and loud bikers who seem to be drunk and shouting at the top of their voice. I feel more vulnerable because my wife is sitting almost naked beside me.
“This looks so deserted. Are you sure your friend sent you the right address?”, I ask my almost naked wife with concern.
“Arey baba! The bar is very exclusive. Exclusive bars have to be a little secret, not in the middle of the city”, she replies.
I don’t know how she is not scared.
Another gang of bikers tries to cross us. This time, one biker notices my wife and slows down and comes beside our window. He looks at my wife and signals to his friends. All of the group, five or six bikers, slow down and start riding just beside our windows. They keep looking at my wife.
I realise they are in trouble. I look at my wife, worried. She is smiling at the rider! I hear a tap on my side of the window. I look outside, and the rider beside my window signals me to pull up.
I don’t want to imagine what a gang of five-six bike riders would do to me and my almost naked wife if I pull up on this unlit deserted road in a country famous for sexual crimes against women.
At this point, I am more scared than I have ever been in my life. I immediately push the accelerator pedal to push the car into high speed.