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

Part 3

Meera’s heart pounded against her chest like a wild drum, each beat echoing louder than the next. The man standing outside the hotel room was no stranger; she could feel it in the air—this was no ordinary moment. The cold metal of the camera in his hand reflected the dim light, its lens trained directly at her and Ajay. The sensation of being watched, of being targeted, crashed into her with the force of a tidal wave.

Ajay froze. His back to her, his body stiffened like a statue as he studied the man outside. Meera could feel the terror swelling inside her, her throat tightening with panic. The door was barely open, just enough for the man to stand in the narrow hallway, smiling in a way that sent a chill down her spine. The camera he held wasn’t just an innocent piece of technology. No, it was an instrument of control. Of surveillance. Of power.

For a brief moment, the room felt small. The walls pressed in around her, the reality of the situation sinking in with each breath she drew. The air was heavy, thick with the weight of what was happening. It was like a nightmare come alive. The horror that had already been unfolding now had a face—one that wasn’t just unfamiliar, but unsettling. Ajay was no longer the calm, kind man she had trusted for so long. He was someone different. And now, he was trying to protect her from a threat that had been lurking in the shadows.

“Ajay,” Meera whispered, barely able to get the words out. “Who is he?”

Ajay didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took a deep breath, as if bracing himself for the worst. The tension in the room was unbearable. She could see the hesitation in his eyes, a flicker of something she hadn’t seen before—something like fear. But it wasn’t just for himself. It was for her.

The man outside shifted, his silhouette visible through the sliver of the open door. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were calculating. It was the look of someone who knew they held all the cards, and they were enjoying every moment of it. Meera’s skin crawled as she watched him. There was no mistaking it now: she was a pawn in a game she had never agreed to play.