— “What does that have to do with me?”

Ajay slowly pointed toward her face.

— “Because you look exactly like the type he chooses.”

Her stomach dropped.

Ajay continued:

— “Same background. Same personality. Same habits. Intelligent. Reserved. No dating history. Emotionally careful. Family-oriented.”

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.