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?”
