The lights grew dim and the crowd went wild.
The smell of gasoline and smoke filled the air but people less cared about it
The cars lined on the track
Lamborghini, Skyline were there to name a few
The speakers blared with a mans voice yelling for the best man and car
Yes it was a race
Every month like no other, this May's race had something else
The winner of the world racing Champion was here too
The Dawn Devil
My car
The whistle blew and in no time i was off
Like every other races, i did my normal 180 drift and soon i was ahead
It was to go around the track twice before hitting the finish line
The speed pedal seemed my bestie now
We led- until the first round was finished
The car repairers repaired my car and soon i was back on track
I was 3rd and then like a miracle to the audience- i sped past all
My main advantage was the V8 engine- and Huracan was awesome for racing
I crossed the finish line and put on the brakes all of a sudden and the car jerked to a halt
I opened the door and got off pulling my halmet off my head
I raked my hand through my hair and stood there victoriously
"Sir you did it again!!" Said Mark, my CEO
I grinned
"Where are ammi and Iqra?" I asked him
"They are waiting at home- sad they could not see you win-" he said and i chuckled
I know how much ammi despises racing
"And the winner as always-Dawn Devil!!" Yelled the host and we walked up to the stage and grinned
"Congratulations Mr. Ibrahim!" He said and i nodded
I held the trophy up and the crowd went wild
Yup my day
"So celebration after this?" Said Grover, my racing manager
I chuckled
"You people celebrate, i have work that needs to be done" i said and he shook his head
"You and work" he muttered before walking away
I chuckled and walked to my car, Lamborghini Aventador
I owned cars and bikes and horses and practically anything that raced
I set my GPS for home and drove home
My house was on the Upper Milidon Street in Varulem.
My family has been here since i was born and now i am at the top of the table of richest man before 30!
I parked my car in front of the garage door and got off
"Salaam ammi-" i shouted as i entered the house
"Wa alaikum mus salaam- i was waiting for you Mister!" She said as she set on the couch
From behind Iqraa gestured an angry expression and burst out laughing silently
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The Billionaire and The Niqabi
Spiritual-UNEDITED- | IBRAHIM BOOK I | Iqraam Ibrahim; a billionaire who had it all. A loving family, money, fame, an empire and was living his dream as a CEO and Racer. He felt that he was 'Content.' And that 'Content' changed to something more when he met...
