Nikhil Varma 1 The night was hushed, the tech city’s towers glowing like watchful giants against the deep blue sky, when Vihaan Mehta quietly wheeled his bicycle out of the garage. The faint hum of air-conditioners and the occasional flicker of a neon sign were the only sounds breaking the silence. Vihaan, his mind heavy with equations and career expectations drilled into him by his parents, pedaled out into the open streets with a sense of release that was almost intoxicating. Each push of the pedal loosened the chains of suffocating responsibility. His heart raced, not with fear of being…
