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Ishaan's eyes widened in horror."Aryan, no! You can't be serious. Yuvraj is not a guy to mess with. He's ruthless and cunning."
Aryan shrugged, his grin still plastered on his face. "I know, I know. But I'm not going to back down. I'm going to show him what I'm made of."
Ishaan's face turned red with anger. "Aryan, you're being stupid! You can't take on Yuvraj like that. He's going to crush you."
Aryan's grin faltered for a moment, but then he shrugged.
"I'll be fine, Ishaan. I can handle myself."Ishaan's eyes filled with worry.
"Aryan, please. Don't do this. I don't want to lose you."Aryan's expression softened, and he walked over to Ishaan.
"Ishaan, I'll be fine. I promise. I just need to do this."Ishaan's face was etched with concern, but he nodded.
"Okay, But be careful. Please."
Aryan nodded. "I will, Ishaan. Don't worry."
As Aryan turned to leave, Ishaan's eyes filled with tears. He knew that Aryan was walking into danger, and he couldn't do anything to stop him.
Aryan walked into his room and started changing into all-black attire. Ishaan watched him from the doorway, his heart heavy with worry.
"Aryan, please..." Ishaan started, but Aryan just winked at him.
"I'll be fine, Ishaan. Don't worry."
Ishaan's eyes filled with tears as he watched Aryan walk out the door.
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Yuvraj and Aryan rode their bikes side by side, the wind whipping through their hair as they sped down the highway.
Yuvraj suddenly pointed to a narrow, winding road that branched off the main highway.
"Take that road," Yuvraj yelled above the roar of the engines.
Aryan hesitated for a moment, his heart racing with anticipation. But he didn't want to show any weakness in front of Yuvraj, so he nodded and took the turn.
The road was treacherous, with cliffs and sharp turns. Aryan's bike skidded on the loose gravel, and he struggled to maintain control.
Yuvraj, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the challenge, his bike hugging the curves of the road with ease.
As they rode, Yuvraj suddenly pointed to a narrow bridge ahead. "Jump it!" he yelled.
Aryan's heart skipped a beat. The bridge was narrow, and the gap between it and the next piece of solid ground was huge. Aryan's mind flashed back to his heart condition, and for a moment, he hesitated.
But Yuvraj was already racing towards the bridge, his bike soaring through the air. Aryan knew he had to follow, or he'd be left behind. He took a deep breath, gunned his engine, and launched his bike off the edge of the bridge.
Time seemed to slow down as Aryan's bike hung in mid-air. He felt a rush of adrenaline, mixed with a healthy dose of fear. And then, his bike landed with a thud, the impact jolting through his body.
Aryan felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his breathing became laboured. He knew he had to keep going, but his body was screaming in protest. He gritted his teeth and pushed on, determined to prove himself to Yuvraj.
As they emerged from the winding road, Yuvraj turned to Aryan and grinned. "Not bad," he said. "But we're not done yet."
Aryan's heart sank. What else did Yuvraj have in store for him? He knew he couldn't keep pushing himself like this, not with his heart condition. But he was determined to see this through, no matter what.
Yuvraj pointed to a steep hill in the distance. "Ride up that hill," he said, his eyes glinting with challenge.
Aryan's heart sank. The hill was steep and rocky, and he knew it would be a tough climb. But he didn't want to back down now, not after coming this far.
He nodded, gunned his engine, and started up the hill. The bike struggled to gain traction on the loose rocks, and Aryan had to fight to keep his balance.
As he climbed higher, the air grew thinner, and Aryan's chest began to ache. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he knew he was pushing himself too hard.
But he refused to give up. He gritted his teeth and kept going, his bike lurching and stumbling up the hill.
Finally, he reached the top, exhausted and gasping for air. Yuvraj was already there, his bike parked beside him.
Yuvraj raised an eyebrow as Aryan pulled up beside him.
"What's next?" he asked Yuvraj, his voice steady despite the exhaustion and pain that were wracking his body.
Yuvraj grinned, his eyes glinting with challenge. "We're going to do a stunt jump," he said. "And I want you to do it first."
Aryan's heart skipped a beat. A stunt jump? That was crazy. But he knew he had to do it. He had to prove himself to Yuvraj, no matter what.
He nodded, his mind racing with fear and anticipation. "Let's do it," he said, his voice steady.
Yuvraj grinned, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Let's do it," he repeated, his voice dripping with challenge.
And with that, Aryan and Yuvraj set off towards the stunt jump, their bikes roaring as they sped towards the unknown.
As they approached the stunt jump, Aryan's heart was racing with anticipation and fear. He could see the ramp in the distance, and his mind was calculating the speed and distance he needed to clear the jump. He took a deep breath, gunned his engine, and sped towards the ramp.
As he hit the ramp, Aryan felt a rush of adrenaline. His bike soared through the air, and for a moment, he felt weightless.
But as he landed, Aryan's heart skipped a beat. His bike wobbled, and he struggled to maintain control. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his breathing became laboured.
Yuvraj pulled up beside him, a look of concern on his face. "Aryan, are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.
Aryan nodded, trying to catch his breath. "Yeah, I'm fine," he lied, his eyes scanning the surrounding area to make sure no one had seen his momentary weakness.
Yuvraj's eyes narrowed, but he didn't push the issue. Instead, he nodded and said, "Good. Now it's my turn."
Aryan watched as Yuvraj sped towards the ramp, his bike soaring through the air with ease. Yuvraj landed smoothly, a grin still plastered on his face.
As Yuvraj pulled up beside him, Aryan felt a pang of envy. Yuvraj made it look so easy and so effortless. Aryan, on the other hand, was struggling to catch his breath.
But he refused to give up. He knew he had to prove himself to Yuvraj, no matter what. And so, he nodded, his eyes fixed on Yuvraj's. "Let's do it again," he said, his voice steady.
Yuvraj's grin faltered for a moment, and Aryan saw a flicker of concern in his eyes. But then, Yuvraj's face hardened, and he nodded. "Let's do it again," he repeated, his voice cold and detached.
And with that, Aryan and Yuvraj set off towards the stunt jump once again, their bikes roaring as they sped towards the unknown.
As Aryan landed his bike after the jump, Yuvraj's eyes widened in amazement. "Wow, that was incredible!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine praise.
Aryan grinned, feeling a surge of pride and adrenaline. He had nailed the jump, and Yuvraj was impressed.
But as Yuvraj approached him, his expression changed from one of admiration to concern. Aryan was breathing heavily, his chest heaving with exertion.
Yuvraj's eyes narrowed as he reached out to hold Aryan's arm. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and urgent.
Aryan tried to respond, but his voice was barely a whisper. He felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and his vision began to blur.
Yuvraj's grip on his arm tightened. "Aryan, can you hear me?" he asked, his voice filled with worry.
But Aryan didn't respond. He felt himself losing consciousness, his body swaying precariously.
As Aryan's body went limp in his arms, Yuvraj's face was etched with worry. He quickly scanned their surroundings, looking for a way to get Aryan to a hospital.
Without hesitation, Yuvraj lifted Aryan's limp body and settled him onto the back of his bike. He wrapped Aryan's arms around his waist, holding him securely in place.
"Hold on, Aryan," Yuvraj whispered, his voice urgent. "I've got you."
With Aryan secure on the back of the bike, Yuvraj gunned the engine and sped off towards the hospital. The wind whipped through his hair as he rode, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
Aryan's limp body bounced against Yuvraj's back, and he could feel Aryan's ragged breathing against his skin. Yuvraj's heart was racing with worry, and he prayed that he could get Aryan to the hospital in time.
As they sped through the streets, Yuvraj's mind was filled with questions. What was wrong with Aryan? Why had he passed out like that?
But for now, Yuvraj pushed those questions aside and focused on getting Aryan to the hospital. He rode as fast as he could, his heart pounding in his chest.
Finally, they arrived at the hospital, and Yuvraj quickly pulled up to the emergency entrance. He lifted Aryan's limp body off the bike and rushed him inside.
As they burst through the hospital doors, Yuvraj yelled for help, his voice echoing through the hallway. Nurses and doctors rushed to his side, taking Aryan's limp body from him.
To be continued....