*tw: mention of violence*
Segment #4
Darshan waited outside Fiza's office, waiting to see her face in the swarm of corporates. He raised his hand when he finally saw her and her colleagues. Fiza looked at him in confusion and bid goodbye to her coworker.
"Are you still spying on me?" She asked as she approached him.
"Can you drop it?"
"No! Ever since Ammi found out about Afshaan, she is being weird."
"I am not here to spy on you, I just want to ask you something and I couldn't do it over the phone. What were you exactly doing at a gay bar?"
"Meeting a friend." Fiza shrugged. Darshan sighed.
"Fiza, it could have been dangerous, why are you not getting it? You could have gotten hurt! I can't believe a cop risked a civilian's life for an undercover mission."
"No, he didn't. I called him to meet up, I needed someone to talk to. Ishaan tried rescheduling but I was adamant, and then someone in his background said something along the lines of meeting him in the bar and I thought he was ditching me to go clubbing, so I insisted we meet there. If anything had happened, it would have been on me, not Ishaan."
Darshan nodded.
"So, what were you doing at a gay bar?" She stressed on the word gay, making Darshan uncomfortable.
"Nothing. I was meeting a friend."
"You don't have friends!" Fiza said savagely.
"That hurt."
"Are you gay?" She asked and then looked at him apologetically. "You don't have to answer that."
"Does Ishaan go there regularly, or was it just for the mission?" Darshan asked after a few seconds, wanting to confirm the hypotheses he had made based on Ishaan and the bartender's interaction.
"Does Mom know you are working this case?" Fiza asked instead.
Darshan's eyes widened as he realized something.
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"Mummy, I told you not to call unless it's an emergency!" Ishaan whispered hurriedly on the phone, his eyes on Ayesha, as he tried to lipread her.
"You told Sneha that you can't make it to her house and that you aren't interested in her?"
"Because that's the truth? We had this conversation two years ago, and if Pappa can't accept it, it's not my fault."
"But you are attracted to both, so why not a woman?" his mom asked, almost pleadingly.
"I'll ask my hormones and brain and get back to you, bye now." He answered and hung up as he lipread Ayesha say the name Simba.
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Ishaan stepped in the bar which was marked like a crime scene. He nodded subtly at Gaurav, who was investigating when he noticed a familiar mop of curly hair.
Edited by oh_nakhrewaali - 2 years ago