Meera’s heart pounded harder.
— “I don’t understand…”
Ajay inhaled deeply.
— “Three months ago, I finally found evidence he had returned to this city.”
He pulled out another photo.
This time, Meera immediately recognized the man in it.
Her office manager.
Mr. Sandeep.
The same man who always acted polite.
The same man who encouraged her to attend company events.
The same man who introduced her to Ajay at a work conference.
Meera’s knees nearly gave out.
— “No…”
Ajay nodded slowly.
— “Yes.”
Her mind reeled violently.
Suddenly, every strange coincidence over the past year felt different.
The sudden promotion.
The unexpected invitations.
The way Sandeep always asked personal questions disguised as concern.
The way he constantly tried to learn whether she lived alone.
Meera whispered:
— “You think he’s dangerous?”
Ajay looked directly into her eyes.
— “I know he is.”
Then he opened another envelope.
Inside were printed screenshots.
Messages.
Photos.
Bank transfers.
Hidden camera screenshots from hotel rooms.
Meera felt her body go cold.
Ajay’s voice became quiet.
— “Six women.”
He pointed at the documents one by one.
— “Two disappeared completely.”
Another page.
— “One attempted suicide.”
Another.
— “One family paid him to stop releasing videos.”
Meera covered her mouth in horror.
Ajay looked away briefly.
— “I got close to you because he started showing interest in you.”
That sentence shattered something inside her.
Everything she had believed about him collapsed at once.
— “So none of this was real?” she whispered.
Ajay immediately answered:
— “That’s not true.”
But Meera’s eyes filled with tears.
— “You lied to me for a YEAR.”
Ajay’s face darkened with guilt.
— “I needed to know if you were already connected to him.”
— “So you investigated me like a criminal?!”
— “Because if I was wrong, you could’ve died.”
The room exploded into silence again.
Meera felt trapped between terror and heartbreak.
Because deep inside…
a horrifying part of her believed him.
Ajay slowly sat down across from her.
For the first time all night, his voice sounded genuinely tired.
— “I never planned for this to happen.”
— “Then why bring me here?”
Ajay hesitated.
That hesitation scared her more than anything.
Finally, he answered:
— “Because tonight he made his move.”
Meera’s blood froze.
Ajay handed her his phone.
There was a message.
From Sandeep.
Sent twenty minutes earlier.
“Did she come?”
Another message.
“Don’t mess this up like the last girl.”
Meera felt her stomach twist violently.
Ajay opened another message thread.
This time… videos.
Dozens of hidden recordings.
Women inside hotel rooms.
Crying.
Begging.
Some didn’t even know they were being filmed.
Meera suddenly remembered something terrifying.
When she entered the room earlier…
Ajay had immediately locked the bathroom door.
At the time, she thought nothing of it.
Now she understood.
Meera whispered:
— “There are cameras here?”
Ajay nodded once.
Then he walked to the television wall and removed a tiny black object hidden near the frame.
A camera.
Meera nearly collapsed.
Ajay crushed it beneath his shoe.
Then another.
Hidden inside a smoke detector.
Another behind a decorative lamp.
Meera backed away, horrified.
— “Oh my God…”
Ajay looked furious now.
Not at her.
At himself.
— “I booked this room because Sandeep recommended it.”
His voice cracked slightly.
— “I wanted proof.”
Meera stared at him.
Suddenly everything clicked together.
Ajay hadn’t invited her there for intimacy.
He had brought her because he believed she was being targeted.
And tonight…
he finally confirmed it.
Tears rolled down Meera’s face uncontrollably.
— “You should’ve told me…”
Ajay looked broken.
— “I know.”
Another silence.
Then suddenly—
BZZZZT.
Ajay’s phone vibrated again.
Both of them looked down simultaneously.
A new message from Sandeep.
“Did she cry yet?”
Meera felt pure terror flood her body.
Ajay’s face turned ice cold.
Another message appeared immediately after:
“Send me the first clip before midnight.”
Meera stopped breathing.
Ajay slowly locked the phone screen.
Then he said something that changed everything.
— “I think he’s watching us live right now.”
Meera instinctively looked around the room in panic.
Ajay grabbed the suitcase immediately.
— “We need to leave.”
— “Now?”
— “Right now.”
He moved quickly toward the door.
But the moment he opened it slightly…
he froze.
Meera’s heart nearly stopped.
Someone was standing outside.
Not hotel staff.
Not security.
A tall man in a black jacket.
And in his hand…
was a phone already recording.
The stranger slowly smiled.
Then spoke just four chilling words:
— “Mr. Sandeep says hello.”
Part 3 Meera’s heart pounded against her chest like a wild drum
