200 km/hr

"Ah, here we are again." He said as the car moved down the Mayapuri flyover. "The Delhi policewallahs have nothing better to do. Must be checking these damn trucks again." Shruti looked at the trucks he pointed to on their left. The leftmost of the three lanes was choked with trucks. Cars were crawling around them.

"I don't understand, why do they have to do this on a Sunday. At this rate we won't even reach Punjabi Bagh by 9.30." The car hadn't moved in the past five minutes. Shruti looked at him, and then turned up the radio. "Rajesh, let's just wait in peace. It will move eventually..."

"Hmm," Rajesh was fidgeting with the channels. "By the way I was really happy to see that watch. I was pleasantly surprised, you know. I didn't think he'll be this mature and remember to get something for us. I expected him to spend it all on booz and party, to be honest", he said, talking about the watch his son Vishal had gifted him earlier that day. Vishal had received his first salary that week. "I am proud of him." Rajesh smiled at Shruti. The car gently moved forward.

"I am just happy to see him grow up. He is becoming so much more responsible." Shruti said, adjusting her pallu on her lap. The sari was Vishal's gift too. So much like you, Shruti murmered under her breath and looked at Rajesh again. Rajesh had always been particular about studies and basic discipline with the children. Probably one of the reasons why both their kids had excelled in their studies and otherwise.

The car inched forward. The trucks didn't seem to move at all. "By the way, what do you think we should buy Vishal this time?", Shruti asked.
"Well, you are the one who always spoil him with expensive gifts. I am sure you have something planned already like last year." Rajesh winked at Shruti. She was the softer one of the two. He loved the balance they created together and secretly thanked god for her.

The car graduated further, they could see a police line being stretched on the right side oh the road. "There must have been an accident" Shruti said.
"God, Look at this traffic! Why can't people drive more carefully?! I don't want to miss this party. Vishal said he had another surprise waiting for us," Rajesh said irritably. He maneuvered the car towards the left and picked up some pace.

The car crossed the police jeep. Shruti peeked over Rajesh to catch a glimpse of what had happened. Four policeman were busy at the scene, scurrying around with walkie-talkies in tow. As the car moved ahead, she caught sight of a bike leaning against the railing. A white piece of cloth was fluttering on the ground. A hand lay limp under it. A pool of blood had formed on its side. Shruti gasped, and pointed it to Rajesh.
"Crashed into the railing, my god! These irresponsible kids I tell you. They never learn. They drink and drive, and think they own the roads. Never think about the families that wait for them somewhere." Rajesh said as he gently stepped on the accelerator and drove away. " Ah, an open road after that jam, This is a blessing."
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WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE IS NOT COMING?" Shruti shouted and grabbed the front of Rajesh's shirt. "Drunk..Alto.. near Mayapu-" Rajesh spluttered the words and stared at Shruti as he put the phone down. "It was - It was HIM!"

Opinions change at the speed of 200km/hr.

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P.S.(s): Alternative ending: Vishal killed someone... Read again?
Opinions change at the speed of 200km/hr :)