It's Called: Freefall

Chapter 2

Meghna is still reclined on his couch and he's leaning against the kitchen counter staying as far away from her as possible. Meghna takes a sip of her drink and savors it as if she has all the time in the world. It had been 15 minutes since they had acknowledged each other, but neither had uttered a single word since. Pathaan was getting impatient now, so gets straight to the point,

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Meghna smiles as she answers,

"I thought you would be good at hiding Amar. I found you in just a couple of days."

He let's out a dry chuckle. Amar – it meant the one who brings a place back to life. Amar was a ghost story now, he hasn't been Amar in a long time.

"I’ve got no one to hide from." He looks up at her sharply, before continuing, “and that’s not the answer to my question.”

He tries to hide it, but Meghna catches the flash of hurt that crossed his eyes. She chooses to ignore it for now.

"Atleast your choice in furniture has improved since last time." Meghna looks around the room appreciatively.

“Stop beating around the bush Meghna! Why are you here?” He asks again, barely keeping his cool.

"Would you believe if I say I missed you?”

"Not at all." He bats it off and she smirks again.

At this point, he just wanted her to leave his house. He was no mood to have any conversation with Meghna.

"See if you are here to reminiscence about the old times then just-"

"I'm sorry."

For the second time this evening, he’s stopped in his tracks.

"I’ve always believed that whatever happens, happens for a reason. But I know, what I did, was a choice thi. My choice. I'm sorry."

A pause. He looks at her carefully, all traces of mischief from earlier are gone from her face now.

"Anyway, I’m here on business. Some old accounts need to be settled with Roxxon Corporations." Meghna changes the topic before he could say anything.

"Roxxon?" It's like a whiplash, but he catches on. A bell rings in his head, he has seen this name pop up in places. It was country’s one of the biggest export firms. But they had suspicions there was more to it.

"I have a meeting with them tomorrow, at the Star Annual Gala, And I need your help Amar."

"What help?"

"See, I need you to use your JOCR resources to-"

"No." He cuts her short.

"Amar, you are the only person I can trust with this.” She steps closer to him, trying to persuade him.

"Oh sweetheart, you can’t break into my apartment and tell me about trust.” He says, head tilted, a smirk is playing on his lips, but his eyes are cold.

"It'll be like old times. It’ll be fun." She tries again now toying with the top buttons of his t-shirt.

"We have different definitions for fun." He says without giving in.

"Whatever you say Amar, but I know you."

"Knew. You knew me. Not anymore."

He corrects her. The same cold look in his eyes as he pushes her hand and her, away from him.

Her face falls, as if someone had punched her in the gut. She opens her mouth to say something, but pathaan beats her to it.

"Get out."

Pathaan watches as she exits the appartment. The moment she is out of sight, he releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding.