Aarushi's POV
Sleep didn't come easily in the hospital.
Machines hummed softly around Aarushi as she stared at the ceiling. Her mind kept drifting back to the same image.
The biker.
More specifically…
His eyes.
Cold air slipped through the slightly open window, brushing against her face.
And suddenly the memory came rushing back.
Not the accident.
Something older.
A narrow street.
Children laughing.
Kiara running ahead of her.
And a boy standing beside the gate.
Dark eyes. Sharp. Curious.
Aarushi's breath caught.
"I remember…"
The door opened quietly.
Kiara walked in, holding two cups of coffee.
"You're awake again?" she asked.
Aarushi sat up slowly.
"I remembered something."
Kiara froze.
"What?"
"The biker."
Kiara's eyes sharpened.
"What about him?"
Aarushi took a deep breath.
"I remember his name."
Kiara stepped closer instantly.
"What is it?"
Aarushi whispered it.
Kiara stared at her.
Blank.
No recognition.
"No," Kiara said slowly.
"That doesn't sound familiar."
Aarushi frowned.
"It should."
Kiara shook her head.
"Aarushi, I don't remember any kid like that."
"But we knew him."
Kiara's expression hardened slightly.
Her memory loss had erased pieces of her childhood.
Big pieces.
And Aarushi knew it.
"Maybe you're mixing things up again," Kiara said gently.
But Aarushi knew she wasn't.
Because when she closed her eyes, she could see the boy clearly.
And the terrifying truth was beginning to form in her mind.
If that boy was the biker…
Then he hadn't disappeared from their lives.
He had simply been waiting.
But while Aarushi struggled with the past…
Kiara had already decided something far more dangerous.
She wasn't going to wait for the biker to appear again.
She was going to hunt him down.