— “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
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.
