Pocket Full of Lies

59- Not in Sync

Rehaan's POV

Who was that man in that memory?

No, I wasn't the one wondering about that. Well, I was curious too, but that wasn't my point of focus right now.

Even while discussing the same thing, why were we thinking of altogether different things?

"We will discuss that later. First, tell me whether you believe these notes or not."

That part was more important to figure out how we will proceed further.

"No comments." She shrugged, smiling at me cheekily, before going to look over the files.

Seeing that Muskaan wasn't making a fuss over what's written was actually nerve racking. Although I confidently said that she would go quiet, I had expected some over the top reaction, no matter what side she chose to be on. Not this calm Muskaan, who didn't react at all.

"Let's first find out who that man in your memory is. It would be a jackpot if we find his picture here," she said, while rummaging through all the papers.

"That man doesn't matter if you don't believe my memory is true." I held her arm, stopping her work.

She sighed and turned to face me. "You are like a broken clock. Stuck on a single point," she said as she shrugged off my hand.

"I wouldn't have been if you answered me correctly." I insisted. Broken clock or not, I wanted to know where we both stood at this point.

"I don't know," she said, before puffing out some air and putting her hands on her waist.

"What?" I raised my eyebrows in bafflement. What kind of answer was that?

"I seriously don't," she said, sounding almost sorry. "Your memory contradicts my own. What you are saying goes against what I have known for so many years."

"Then just say that you don't believe me," I said simply, before assuring her, "I am not going to blame you for it or even get hurt for that matter. At the most, I would be annoyed by the situation."

"Thanks for saying that. But that's not the entire reason for my dilemma," she said, removing one hand from her waist, and running it through her hair.

"Then?" I asked curiously.

There was something that made it hard for her to completely deny my memory. Even though this memory was more absurd than the others, even though it contradicted everything she knew, there was a part of it that made her hesitant to call my memory bullshit. Something she had no issue doing earlier.

"Bear with me as I try to explain it, because I don't even understand it entirely myself," she said, before taking a deep breath.

So dramatic.

I rolled my eyes, before urging her to continue with my hand.

"The last parts of what you have written," she said, pointing towards the diary.

~Cleaners, more like thugs

~Unknown scary man
   >Seemed like their leader
   >Argued about a contract
   >Gave me a similar looking envelope Muskaan's Mom gave to my parents.

"Thugs and a scary man who looked like their leader...," Muskaan trailed off, looking at me uneasily, "Don't they, don't they sound like the people Ananya Di mentioned? The ones who came to destroy my documents."

I pondered over her words, before asking, "Are you thinking that I picked out what she has told us and created a false memory to give a background to my actual memory?"