Pickup: City Mall
Drop: Outer Ring Road (quiet residential area)
The night shift had just begun when Imran checked his cab’s dashboard camera, GPS tracker, and emergency alert button—everything in place, as always. For him, driving wasn’t just about getting passengers from point A to B. It was about getting them there safely, no matter what.
Late-night rides were often unpredictable. Imran accepted it anyway.
At the pickup point, a young college student hurried toward the cab, glancing behind her more than once. She opened the door and quickly got in.
“Please start… fast,” she said, her voice slightly shaky.
Imran didn’t ask unnecessary questions. He simply locked the doors, started the ride, and moved smoothly into traffic.
After a few minutes, he noticed a bike trailing them—keeping the same distance, taking the same turns.
He didn’t alarm the passenger immediately.
Instead, he calmly tapped a button on his dashboard. The ride details, live location, and cabin audio were now being shared automatically with the control system and the passenger’s emergency contact—something he had set up for all night rides.
“Do you feel someone is following you?” he asked gently.
She hesitated, then nodded. “That bike… it’s been behind me since I left the mall.”
Imran checked again. Still there.
“Okay,” he said, steady and composed. “Don’t worry. We’ll handle it.”
Instead of heading directly to the destination, Imran slightly altered the route—taking a well-lit road toward a police patrol checkpoint he knew operated late at night.
The bike followed.
Now he was certain.
He slowed down near the checkpoint, rolled down the window, and signaled one of the officers. The moment the bike rider noticed the police presence, he sped off and disappeared into a side street.
The officer approached.
“Everything alright?”
Imran nodded. “Just making sure.”
Once they resumed the ride, the passenger let out a long breath she had been holding.
“Thank you… I didn’t know what to do.”
Imran kept his eyes on the road. “You did the right thing by booking a cab and staying alert.”
When they reached her home, she didn’t get out immediately.
“Most drivers would’ve ignored it,” she said. “Or panicked.”
Imran shrugged slightly. “Safety isn’t extra. It’s part of the job.”
After she left, he updated the ride log, marked the incident, and continued his shift.
No drama.
No hero moment.
Just quiet responsibility.
Because the best drivers aren’t just skilled behind the wheel.
They’re the ones who make sure every passenger feels safe—even when the road isn’t.