The road stretched silent under the faint orange glow of the streetlights, shadows of trees swaying gently in the night breeze. Shahzainβs bike cut through the emptiness with its steady hum, until suddenly, the engine sputtered, coughed, and then gave out with a stubborn silence.
βWhat the...?β He muttered, pulling the bike to the side. Swinging his leg over, he crouched down, checking the engine with an urgency that was half irritation, half disbelief. This has never happened before. Why would it suddenly stall like this now? His fingers probed the machine, coming away smeared in grease, his jaw tight as he fought with the uncooperative bike.

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