It's Called: Freefall

Chapter 4

<15 years ago. Delhi, India.>

Wedding celebrations were in full swing at an old Delhi house. The house was fully decorated with flowers and lights, Kids were running around, girls were gathered in groups, dancing and singing.

A girl in her late 20’s, clad in a Yellow colored Panjabi salwar suit entered the foyer. She was juggling a stack of hampers, calling out for a "laddu" to come help her. She could barely see in front of her when she bumps into a guy, roughly the same age.

"Ouch-" They both crouch down on the floor at the same time to collect the things.

"I'm sorry-" the guy starts.

The girl had not raised her head yet to see who it was. She was mechanically collecting the hampers and berating him at the same time.

"I was not able to see because of the hampers, but are you blind too? Can’t you see where you are headed?"

"..."

She finally raises her head to look up at the guy, irritated with his silence.

The man was clad in simple black kurta pajama. He was looking at her with his mouth open like a fish.

"I-"

Amar was speechless. The girl’s eyes were the most beautiful thing he had seen. They were a mixture of brown with flecks on gold and hazel in them. He was completely captivated by them.

"I-" he stammers again.

"And? People don’t have any manners these days!"

She was about to go on another rampage when a 10 year old “laddu” finally approached them.

"Meghna didi, Papa is searching for you."

"Oh okay, let's find him.”

Meghna collects her hampers and leaves with laddu. Turning around once to throw a disgusted look at the stupid guy she bumped into. He is now fully sitting on the floor with an equally stupid yet charming smile on his face.

"Meghna."

That's all the guy mutters as he continues to sit on the floor with a dreamy look.

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Later that day, the host (also Laddu’s father) Major Batra, introduces Amar to his daughter Simran and her friend Meghna, who was here for the wedding.
Major Batra tells them Amar is an excellent marksman he has worked with.

Upon hearing that Meghna passes a comment, low enough so that only Amar could hear it,

"Can’t walk without bumping into people, and calls himself a marksman. Huh."

Amar smiles and leans closer to her to respond,

"I’ve only bumped into one person in my life, and I think that has left a mark on my heart." He follows with a wink.

Meghna looks at him flabbergasted.
'that was so corny' she thinks as she walks away, her long hair pleat swaying behind her.

While he's watching her retreating figure, Amar gets a phone call, he picks it up.

"What have you got?"

“...”

“Tonight? Alright. Text me the address.” Call is cut.

Amar's eyes search for Meghna again but she's nowhere to be found.

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author's note: this and the next chapter is a flashback, mostly trying to explain how it started. So bear with me please.