Happily Unmarried- Part 4 (Hinglish) (Final Part)

Cut to:

A few weeks later,

At Vajra Racing Circuit:

(The sun blazed down on the open track as Kiara stood at the starting line, her helmet in one hand and gloves clutched tightly in the other.

Her forehead was damp with sweat, but it wasn't just the heat—it was the crushing weight of expectations.)

Manav: (blows the whistle) Come on, Kiara. Focus. This lap has to be better than the last one. Get your head in the game.

(Kiara nodded silently, slipped on her helmet, and mounted her bike. She revved the engine and shot forward.

The sound of the bike echoed across the track, but her movements were jerky.

She overshot a turn, skidded too wide, and finally came to an abrupt halt mid-track.)

Kiara: (Frustrated, she flings off her helmet) Mujhse nahi ho raha! I can't do this!!!!

(Kiara's chest heaved as she tried to steady her erratic breaths. Her fingers trembled as she pulled off her gloves and helmet, throwing them to the ground with a frustration she couldn't contain.

Her heart pounded loudly, not from the exertion of the race but from the overwhelming fear of failure.

Tears blurred her vision as she ran her hands through her sweat-drenched hair. She began stomping away from the track.)

Manav: (calls out firmly) Kiara!!!!

(But she didn't stop. She kept walking until she reached the edge of the track, where she stood with her back to him, hands clenched into fists.

Manav approached her cautiously, his voice calm but edged with urgency.)

Manav: Look Kiara, I know this isn't easy, but you need to focus. Mistakes happen—it's part of the process. Abhi itna react karne ka time nahi hai!!!

Kiara: (eyes burning with frustration) React karne ka time nahi hai? Aapko pata bhi hai main kya feel kar rahi hoon?? I am just a loser!!!! aur main bas fail ho rahi hoon. Again and again!

Manav: (sighs, trying to keep his composure) Kiara, itna stress mat lo!!! Tum sirf... apna best do. That's all anyone asks.

Kiara: (shakes her head, her voice trembling) Best? Agar mera best yeh hai, toh mujhe nahi lagta hai ki main kabhi jeet paungi?

(Every mistake she'd made on the track replayed in her mind like a relentless loop—each wide turn, each missed mark, each second she fell short. Her inner voice screamed accusations she couldn't escape.)

Manav: (steps closer, his voice softening) Tum zyaada overthinking kar rahi ho, Kiara!!!!

Kiara: Mujhse nahi hoga. This is too much.

(She bent over, hands on her knees, her breath hitching in uneven sobs.

Her body shook as the weight of expectations, both hers and others', bore down on her relentlessly.

She felt like she was drowning, each wave of self-doubt pulling her deeper.)