Chapter 2: The Search Begins

Chapter 2: The Search Begins

The moment Avni woke up, she knew she couldn’t waste a single second. The dream had never been wrong before. If she didn’t act fast, another life would be lost. His life.

But where was he? Who was he? She had no name, no location—just the haunting image of his lifeless body sprawled on the pavement. The urgency clawed at her chest, making it hard to breathe. She had saved people before, but this time felt different. More intense. More personal.

She grabbed her laptop and started her search online. Street racers. Underground bikers. Local racing events. She scoured every result, hoping for a clue. If he was speeding at such a dangerous pace in her vision, there was a high chance he was part of the city’s illegal street racing scene.

She typed furiously, her fingers shaking with adrenaline. Forums, Facebook groups, Instagram hashtags—she clicked on every possible lead. She read through comments and watched videos of bikers flaunting their stunts.

Then, she found something—a post from a group called “Westwood Riders.” The video showed a group of bikers speeding through the city at night, weaving through traffic like shadows. The caption read: “Catch us if you can! #WestwoodRiders”

Her heart pounded. Westwood. The same area she had seen in her dream.

She played the video on repeat, analyzing every frame. The roaring engines, the blurred city lights, the rush of adrenaline in their reckless movements—it all matched the energy of her dream. Then, she spotted him. Black messy hair. Tall build. He was riding at the front, fast and fearless.

It had to be him.

She grabbed her coat and rushed out the door.

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For the next week, Avni became obsessed. She roamed the city, visiting bike garages, local cafés, and bars—anywhere bikers might hang out. She asked discreet questions, hoping someone had seen him.

She spent hours walking through Westwood’s dimly lit streets, searching for the slightest clue. Every time she saw a biker with dark hair, her heart would leap, only to be crushed moments later when she realized it wasn’t him. Frustration built inside her, but she refused to give up.

At night, she barely slept. Every moment counted. She kept going back to the video, memorizing every small detail—the way he leaned into turns, the subtle red mark on his wrist when he briefly lifted his hand. These were the little things she needed to recognize him in person.

She also started researching the city's illegal racing circuits, looking for upcoming events. Many were secretive, invite-only affairs, but whispers of a major race happening in three days gave her renewed hope.

By the fourth day, she was exhausted, but she had no choice but to push forward. She stopped by every auto shop and bike repair garage in the area, asking if they had seen the biker from the video. Most shrugged, uninterested in helping, while others dismissed her completely.

She even went to underground bars rumored to be meeting spots for racers, keeping her ears open for any mention of Westwood Riders or the mysterious biker from her dream. She forced herself to blend in, pretending to be just another curious spectator, all while searching desperately for a lead.

By the sixth day, she was on the verge of giving up. Doubt crept in. What if I’m too late? What if I can’t save him?

But then, she finally got a break.

At a rundown garage on Hudson Street, she overheard a conversation between two mechanics.

“Did you hear about Rey? Nearly wiped out last night,” one said, wiping grease off his hands.

“Yeah, lucky bastard. That guy rides like he’s got a death wish,” the other chuckled.

Avni’s heart skipped a beat. Rey. Could it be him?

She took a deep breath and approached them. “Hey, sorry to interrupt. I’m looking for someone named Rey. Do you know where I can find him?”

The first guy gave her a once-over, his expression wary. “Who’s asking?”

She hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “I need to talk to him. It’s important.”

The second mechanic smirked. “You’re not the first girl looking for Rey.”

Avni clenched her fists, keeping her voice steady. “It’s not like that. I just—”

A voice behind her cut in. “What do you want with me?”

She turned.

There he was. Rey.

The man from her dream stood in front of her, very much alive—for now.

Her breath caught in her throat. He looked even more intense up close—tall, with piercing eyes that seemed to challenge her before she could even speak. His knuckles were bruised, a small cut on his forehead hinting at a recent accident.

Avni swallowed hard. She had found him.

But the real challenge had just begun.

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To be continued......

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