Tim has been sitting quietly in his car as he drives back home. Meesha wishes to speak with him, but he does not appear to be interested in conversing.
Meesha tries to break the silence when a raindrop catches her eye. Meesha follows the drop as it runs down the windshield. When it started to rain, her eyes were straining to focus on every drop.
Realizing the rain is not going to stop anytime soon, Tim accelerates the car. Meesha asks Tim to reduce the speed of the car while firmly gripping her seatbelt.
Tim is in no mood to listen to her. His gaze is fixed on the road. Meesha lashes out at Tim, threatening to jump out of the car if he does not slow down.
"I am serious, Tim," Meesha says, gripping the car's handle. "I'm really gonna jump out."
Meesha tries to open the door, but Tim grabs her hand and tells her to sit tight.
"What do you mean? It is pouring like crazy. This is dangerous. I'm telling you to slow down or.....
Before she could finish speaking, Tim put his finger on her lips to close her mouth.
Meesha's face turns red. She is at a loss for words, and realizing he will not listen to her, she sits back.
Tim looks at Meesha and says, "I still have not forgotten about this morning."
Meesha, fidgeting with her fingers, mumbles, "You can choose not to believe me. I know it's diff....
"I trust you," Tim cuts Meesha off, " I just need some time to process what I heard."
Meesha feels relieved after hearing Tim's words. From the moment she came here, this is the first time she has felt like she has someone by her side who understands her and will not question her.
A fresh hope sparkles in her eyes. She can now easily figure out what went wrong and what she can do to go back in time. But now that she is thinking about going back, she is not sure she wants to do it.
'How much do you remember," asks Tim in a low voice.
Huh! Meesha exclaims, unable to understand what he has said.
"Just wondering if you remember meeting me or not," Tim says. He was hoping for a favourable response.
"Well, it seems like I did not meet you in 2024," Meesha answers.
Tim felt his heart sink when he heard what she said.
"When did we really get together? Who was the first to fall in love? Did you confess your love to me, and how? Meesha inquires, looking at Tim with piqued interest.
Tim says softly, "It was you who texted me on my birthday."
"Nah! No way. Meesha scoffs, "How could I have texted you? I had no contact."
Tim refers to the "Friend Me" app. Meesha remains skeptical because she is unaware of his personal account.
"I didn't know your personal account on 'friend me'. It is not like I randomly searched 58toTim and it turned out to be your account," Meesha claims.
Tim steps on the brakes abruptly. Meesha yells, "What did you do?" as her eyes widen in shock.
Pulling off his seatbelt, Tim presses Meesha up against her seat.
"You said you do not remember anything, then how do you know my real account?" he asks, meeting her eyes directly.