I slam my head on the wooden table, causing some heads to turn my way. With a sheepish smile, I blush a violent shade of red. "You look exhausted," someone comments. I spin on my spinning chair, stopping to look at Amrita. Her clothes still represent her police uniform, causing some drunkards to move out of her way.

"I am," I sigh and I chew on my lip gently. I disliked bars, not that I went to them on a daily basis. Amrita convinced me to meet her at her uncle's bar instead of some neat and tidy place. For some reason, she convinced me to come to a place filled with a bunch of people screaming, swearing and spilled drinks. I'm sure I heard some murders happen as well - the crowd is packed today.

"How is Tina?" Amrita asks about her girlfriend. As quickly as she says the words, her hazel eyes light up and a small smile brightens her lips. It's strange how Amrita and Tina managed to love each other so much despite having such different backgrounds. While Tina hates conflicts, Amrita's job is to be there at the conflict.

"She's great and probably will get happier after she sees you're back from India," I smile a tight lipped smile at her. The truth is, my mind hasn't been wandering off Matsya and every time I try to laugh, I get reminded until I feel guilt gnawing at me again. Amrita nods, her short brown curls bouncing in her ponytail.

"Why did you meet me first anyways?" I ask her, my curiosity outwining manners. Amrita and I have known each other for three years and met through Tina. There's nothing that binds us together but Tina. We may be friends but I know that she'll prefer Tina's company over mine. So why is she here instead of meeting her lover?

Why at such an odd spot as well? This is Tina's least likely spot to be as well - the amount of drunks crying is enough to glum her perky mood for the rest of the month. "It's Tina's birthday party coming up soon," she comments, letting her eyes fall to the ground. "I want to propose to her but I'm not sure she'll accept."

Her words start to make sense, reminding me that she's planning the event. "Don't do it then. Do it at a simple lunch or something, when you're by yourself. You know Tina doesn't like making small things big," I advice her. "Her birthday should just be her birthday."

Strangely, despite not likely to make small things big, Tina has a large group of friends. Every year, the number grows and we always have to book a larger hall for all her friends. Most of the people there are strangers to me and it's always uncomfortable meeting all of these new people.

"I think that'll work," she says, her eyes searching the windows for something. I roll mine, guessing she thinks that Tina would walk past and catch us in here. "I'm so sorry for making you meet in public but Tina would have probably guessed I was up to something if I invited you to home," she apologizes, grabbing her handbag.

"You're already leaving?" I ask, slightly shocked. I've barely gotten time to sip my water while she talked and the glass lies half empty on the wooden bench. She nods, smiling apologetically. I watch her wave goodbye and move through the mob of people. The short meeting which lasted a few minutes and already petrified me with the amount of people yelling over the badly chosen music.

My hands hover over the glass of water, moving up to a woman I didn't notice before. Her brown hair brushes past her shoulders as she leans forward and stares at the person beside her. Matsya's face holds pure anger with the way her arms cross over each other and her glare she shoots at him. If I thought Matsya was scary, this was a whole new level.

I stand up and her brown eyes bump into mine. The anger in them vanishes, replaced with a tinge of worry. As quickly as the moment comes, I turn around and move into the crowd with my glass in my hand. A few shoves later, I manage to push the glass on the counter and move out of the hot room.

Again, my mind moves to Matsya and the look she gave me. Is she afraid I'll tell the truth? Today seems hard enough from my attempts to get over my fear and awkwardly talking to Matsya. By the end of the day, I manage to pretend she's a new a person and not some criminal I met earlier.

To top it off, Diego constantly picked up on my odd behaviour and will probably asked me what happened - if he doesn't guess by himself. Not that he'll ever pick up on the truth. Chances are that he'll be able to guess that we know each other slightly and never pick up on it further than that.

The heat from the bar doesn't come with me to the outdoors and neither does it follow to my car. I step over puddles left by the rain and I suddenly realise something. Did Matsya see me with Amrita? Who was in her police uniform as we both had serious expressions on - a pretty grim look that could lead up to the thoughts of an accusation on someone of the likes of Matsya.

What lengths would Matsya go to protect her secret? Would she be willing to kill me? I brush the idea off and tell myself I'm being paranoid. Again, her gun rises in my head and reminds me of how possible death could be. Does Matsya even know where I live? Wait, I live in apartments so if someone attempts to break down the door, my neighbours would alert me.

There's no way she'll do anything - She probably didn't even see anything either. The reassuring thoughts in my mind do nothing to calm the sea of panick alerting all my senses. The way I open my car is short and choppy as if I was running a race.

Soon, when my body is secured by my seatbelt and my eyes are skimming over the scenary in front of me, I get a vibration on my thigh. I quickly take out my phone from my pants, answering the call without checking the number - maybe out of comfort of hearing someone's voice I know.

"You've got fifteen seconds to tell the truth," Matsya demands, her voice iced to perfection. There's no hint of emotion in it, freezing my body stiff of any sense of calmness. She saw. Her words fly through the car as the phone is on speaker right now.

The words repeat in my head over and over as I note she has my number. I look at my Samsung phone is confusion, wondering how would she have gotten it - I have a pin and everything to prevent any sort of hackers getting into it.

"What do you mean?" I say, stumbling over my words. Each word came out so fast, that it could have been a word altogether. Through the phone, I hear a soft sigh of annoyance. "I didn't tell Amrita anything!"

After I say the words, I nearly slap myself. Why did I have to tell Amrita's name? If I go down, she'll most likely take Amrita with me. "I swear I didn't - She doesn't even know your name!" My constant blabbering makes up for the silence on the other side of the call and I wonder how many more minutes do I have. Maybe I should run for it.

"How did you get my number anyways?" I ask, breaking the few seconds of silence that passes.

"You left your phone on the table while you went to Diego," she answers as if hacking into someone's phone is a daily act. The phone abruptly closes, in the middle of my unanswered questions swirling to my lips.

With a groan, I lean backwards on my chair. It's only a month until she's gone. I can survive until then, my curiosity of her can burn out by now. Who was with her anyways? Another gang member - or someone who has an expiry date coming up soon?

Everything will be fine. I'll go home and live another day. I've never found myself counting my days before but this act is becoming more and more familiar as more questions are blurted out to Matsya. My guilt for the words I spat out today vanish, replaced by geniune fear again - it seems like a cycle now. Fear, anger and guilt.

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How was the chapter? Any feedback or comments? It was kind of boring to skim so I hoped it was interesting for you guys - and if it wasn't, the next chapters would hopefully be better.

I finally watched Udta Punjab and it was so good! The acting was flawless - and it was the first movie of Alia's that I enjoyed a lot! The plot was well worked out, the songs fitted perfectly in the movie and each charater outdone themselves. TBH I thought that the amount of galiyan in the movie was average for the topic it was on and that the censor board was being dramatic. Plus, the movie was beyond perfect and one of the few movies this year that was entertaining.

I've heard that Udta Punjab has an eighteen plus restriction in some countries? It's rated 16 at my local cinema which is kind of strange.

Also I hated Housefull 3. It was a huge disappointment compared to ANY comedy movie. The plot ran on abelist jokes and the movie makers probably had zero disabled people on the team who said 'yo this ain't offensive at all.' What's the point of making a comedy movie when the only jokes you have mock some people's existance?????

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- Maya.