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.
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.
