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 street lights and both sides of the road are sparingly covered by 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 top of their voice.

“This looks so deserted. Are you sure your friend sent you the right address?”, I ask concerned.

“Arey baba! The bar is very exclusive. Exclusive bars have to be a little secret, not in the middle of the city” she says.

Another gang of bikes 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-six bikers slow down and start riding just beside our windows.

I immediately realize this is going to be 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 on this unlighted deserted road.

At this point, I am more scared than I have ever been in my life. I immediately push the accelerator pedal which suddenly pushes the car into high speed.

“Hey! What are you doing?” She asks surprised. I don’t have time to answer her stupid questions as I focus on the road. I can see the bikes chasing us in the mirror.

I drive faster. “Wait! Have you gone crazy?” My wife asks, concerned. I take a random turn and then another.

Suddenly I see one of the bikers parked horizontally in the middle of the road.

“Stop” my wife screams. I don’t want to know what will happen if I stop my car. I don’t stop and steer crazily instead and narrowly miss him. I drive fast and take a few more turns.

But suddenly the road ends. I am forced to hit the brakes. I have driven us into a dead end. I try to reverse and back up. I hear the door open. Before I can say or do anything my wife is out of the car.

“What are you doing?”, I scream after her.

“Are you trying to kill us!”, she says angrily.

“We are being chased!”, I say urgently.

“What? By whom?”, She asks, still angry.

“That bike gang” I don’t know how she didn’t notice.

“That group of bike riders? You are being paranoid and acting scared little girl”, she declares and starts walking away from the car.

“Why would any gang be after you?” She mutters while walking away.