The Traps of Black Swan

Aarvi reached the race starting point, that\'s the foot of Mount Mocon. She didn\'t join the play yet, she watched six bikers slash wealthy heirs laughing and challenging each other as they spoke about their dear motorbikes.

Vance hid his turmoil and tried to blend with them. He had received many calls from Rivas Psychiatric hospital but he hadn\'t dared to answer it. The reason is truly simple, it\'s guilt.

He had no idea how he lost control with Libby, current fiancee but he woke up in the hotel suite with that woman instead of the Highlands restaurant private room. He was yet to recollect the situation, somebody barged in the room and slapped him across the face fiercely.

That\'s Libby\'s father putting on a great show.

The high drama of Libby\'s family with his mother gave him a terrible headache and finally, it ended up with a forced engagement with the lady he didn\'t even know. He didn\'t know how to face Grace Wells either after everything hence he avoided her.

He joined the race hoping to get some peace of mind away from the world. Will he get that peace? Or Is that going to mess his mind more? The time will speak of it... No, Aarvi will determine that.

Aarvi sipped her coffee in the cafe watching the six getting on the motorbikes. The two motorbikes were standard country superbikes, three were imported and one was custom made. Then her eyes fell on her black beast imperiously waiting for her in front of the cafe, that\'s the beauty Shawn loved and suggested her to buy.

Her eyes went back to the bike-riders. Inserting the key in the ignition of the motorbike they pulled the choke all the way out at once as if they were doing it on command. She could make out in her mind the continuous click sounds by the turn the keys in the ignition to the ON position.

Knowing the next moves of the riders, her eyes involuntarily shifted to their left foot where they made sure the gear was in neutral. Her gaze lifted to their left-hand when they squeezed the motorcycle clutch lever till the grip.

Aarvi started her count down, \'Five...\'

They pressed the start button with the right-hand thumb. \'Four...\' The engines of all the bikes fired up. Creating the roaring sound on the road that attracted the passerby\'s attention. The girls who were present there, shirked in cheer to support their favorite heir or probably friend which Aarvi really doubted.

\'Three...\' The riders covered the panel of their helmets after glancing at each other as though they were challenging. \'Two...\' She took the last sip of her coffee and raised her head placing the cup on the small coaster, "One..."

\'Zoooom...\' The superbikes roared on the road as they left the spot and the sound slowly vanished as Aarvi made her way towards her black beast in calm and composure.

She was just a named heiress of the Kelly family but she never had the privilege to learn anything other than her parents sending her to school. In fact, they never let her pick any specialty to learn. Music or dance, painting, or sports, they stopped her as soon as they got to know.

She didn\'t know the reason for that in the past but now, she is well aware of every fact, cause, and result. The best decision she took in past was to fool her parents and study business and finance management. That determination and decisiveness proved her so very precise for her that she is pleased for having Dax, Shawn who helped her to learn everything she showed interest. 

Now it is time to test what she learned. Failure? She isn\'t scared of it, she will face it to make it as her victory in the end.

She gracefully wore her helmet ignoring the admiring gaze of the cafe owner. Igniting the engine, she rode her beast towards the road and got every single one\'s attention on her.

The dumb headed girls\' gasps and shrieks were nowhere could affect Aarvi when she aimed at the peak of the mountain. "Vroom... Vroom... ..." Then her beast sped out of the sight of everyone; her eyes were like an eagle on the road, sharp and focused. Her foot and hands worked like a machine without delay at any turns and cross or the edge of the ridge.

Five miles to the top on the mountainous road. If it was on the highway, it would be a piece of cake for her but that doesn\'t mean she was a noob on the difficult roads. The specialty of learning anything from Shawn is that he won\'t stop until she learns to match his level and helps to mold her to perfection.

The steep slopes or deep valleys, Aarvi was neither scared nor reduced her speed. Her techniques were solid as her foot kept working on the gear, her hands were busy with accelerator and brake.

Aarvi noticed a sharp upside U-turn and a rider ahead just after a mile around. She decided to overtake him at the turn and increased the speed, \'Vrooooom...\' The sound was enough to freeze a lighthearted person which obviously affected the rider who was distracted for a second to check the rearview mirror.

The black beast was faster than his eyes and Aarvi drifted the bike like a wind wafting a leaf at the turn. 

Drifting! The move occurs when the bike enters a corner of the road with high speed, it leans over to turn, and the tires start to lose traction.

The rider who was left behind lost the balance for a second before steadying himself "What the f***..." His speed wasn\'t only lowered, his eyes widened at the imported uniquely built beauty. He felt like his bike is a thrash looking at the rider and the bike riding ahead munificently.

He subconsciously slanted his head when the rider drifted at the next curve with just a slight lowering of the bike speed. The admiration and awe were very evident in his reaction under the helmet when that rider\'s knee was less than a foot distance away from the ground.

"Man, you are a pro." He spoke to himself in excitement and increased his speed to watch the Black beauty and meet the man who is riding it.

Their race or their evening dinner plan just crossed off his mind. He started dreaming if he could ride the black beauty. Little did he know that he was going to be a fanboy of that bike rider instead.

Aarvi didn\'t care what other riders thought, she had to cross the rider who will be in the first or second in the race. Yes, Vance Hays is good in something but too bad, he was going to face a badass competitor. 

Unknowingly and unintentionally, Aarvi got admirers for her black beast and her riding style while she overtook one after the other rider. There was less than a mile and Aarvi was just behind Vance who was competing against the wind than the racers. He was really too good at handling that Aarvi failed to overtake him in a go.

She was drifting her bike behind Vance at the curvature of the road when she realized she overestimated herself. The palpitation had started and her breathing twitched, suffocating her in the helmet. She started to lose her focus on the road.

She felt her heart heavy, paining the left chest causing her left hand to go numb. The throbbing pain was weakening her vision and the control she had over her body.

How could she even ride hundreds of pounds heavy beast on the road in that condition?

No, it wasn\'t just a normal increase in heartbeats due to Vance. It was her vulnerable heart, those rapid, strong, irregular heartbeats were due to exertion and physical strain. Her heart can\'t bear the strain as her crafty brain hence her palpitation had the power to end her in the grave plight.

She watched Vance drive away while her heart was literally restless, it wasn\'t a feeling, it was practically rambling inside her chest threatening to stop.