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I Became a Rapido Captain. Nobody Was Supposed to Know. This wasn't supposed to happen. I mean — me? On a bike, ferrying strangers at night, for pocket change? I have a reputation. A carefully built, carefully maintained image. What if a colleague spots me? A neighbour? Worse — what if my wife sees me sneaking out with two helmets? But something about this idea just wouldn't leave me alone. So one night — kids asleep, wife asleep, house quiet — I crept downstairs like I was planning a heist. Sat in the dark. Phone in hand. The app staring back at me. For a long minute, I just stared at it. Then I pressed Go On Duty. The phone exploded. Orders flooded in before I even knew what I was doing. I fumbled, panicked, and somehow picked one close to home. Grabbed the helmets. Opened the gate — slowly, carefully, one centimetre at a time — and slipped out into the night. My first rider was a man wrung dry by a full day at a biryani shop. Tired eyes. Quiet. Just wanted home. No small ta...