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<\/h1>\n<\/h1>\nThe words left Meera\u2019s mouth in a broken whisper, dissolving into quiet sobs inside the hotel room.<\/p>\n
She was twenty-five years old.<\/p>\n
Her name was Meera.<\/p>\n
Moments earlier, she had stood outside room 806 of the tallest hotel in the city, clutching her purse so tightly her fingers hurt. The hallway smelled faintly of polished wood and expensive perfume. Everything about the place felt too grand, too serious\u2014like a stage she wasn\u2019t sure she belonged on.<\/p>\n
But she had chosen this.<\/p>\n
For a year, she had watched Ajay from a careful distance. Thirty-eight. Successful. Calm. The kind of man people described as respectable. At work, he never crossed lines. Never flirted crudely. Never rushed her.<\/p>\n
He asked questions.
\nHe listened.
\nHe waited.<\/p>\n
And in that patience, Meera had convinced herself of something precious and terrifying:<\/p>\n
This is the man I can trust with my first everything.<\/p>\n
That night, she had written to him on her own, heart pounding as she typed:<\/p>\n
\u201cI want tonight.
\nI want to be alone with you.
\nIf you want it too.\u201d<\/p>\n
His reply came instantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
So fast it made her pause.
\nSo fast she nearly changed her mind.<\/p>\n
But she didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
She told herself that certainty meant sincerity. That a man who waited a year wouldn\u2019t hurt her. That fear was just nerves.<\/p>\n
Now, inside the room, Meera sat on a chair near the bed, her back straight, her hands folded in her lap like a child waiting to be examined. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.<\/p>\n
Ajay stood a few steps away.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you scared?\u201d he asked softly.<\/p>\n
She nodded, tears spilling before she could stop them.<\/p>\n
\u201cSir\u2026 I don\u2019t know what to do,\u201d she whispered. \u201cI don\u2019t want to do anything wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t move toward her.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t smile.
\nDidn\u2019t reassure her.
\nDidn\u2019t touch her.<\/p>\n
He simply looked at her.<\/p>\n
His gaze made her uneasy\u2014not because it was hungry, but because it wasn\u2019t. There was no excitement there. No tenderness. Only something sharp and focused.<\/p>\n
Relief.<\/p>\n
That was when Meera felt it\u2014an instinctive chill.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you looking at me like that?\u201d she asked, her voice trembling.<\/p>\n
Ajay finally spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cNow I\u2019m convinced.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words froze her blood.<\/p>\n
Before she could ask what he meant, Ajay turned away and rolled a small suitcase toward the bed. It was the kind you\u2019d expect for a short business trip. Neat. Practical.<\/p>\n
He knelt, entered a code, and opened it.<\/p>\n
Meera stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
Inside were no clothes.
\nNo toiletries.
\nNo medication.<\/p>\n
Only files.<\/p>\n
Dozens of them.<\/p>\n
Each file contained a photograph.<\/p>\n
Girls. Young women. Almost her age.<\/p>\n
Same hairstyle.
\nSimilar features.
\nDifferent names.<\/p>\n
But they all looked\u2026 unsettlingly like her.<\/p>\n
Meera stood up so abruptly the chair scraped against the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?!\u201d she cried.<\/p>\n
Her hands shook as she picked up one folder.<\/p>\n
Typed notes stared back at her with cold precision:<\/p>\n
\u201cFirst relationship \u2013 Rejected.\u201d
\n\u201cFirst boyfriend \u2013 Rejected.\u201d
\n\u201cEmotional attachment \u2013 Rejected.\u201d
\n\u201cSuspicion \u2013 Continued surveillance.\u201d<\/p>\n
She flipped through another.<\/p>\n
Her vision blurred as she reached the last file.<\/p>\n
At the top, it read:<\/p>\n
\u201cObserved for 12 months.\u201d
\n\u201cNo romantic involvement.\u201d
\n\u201cNo close emotional bonds.\u201d
\n\u201cHigh probability \u2013 Suitable.\u201d<\/p>\n
Meera dropped the file as if it burned her.<\/p>\n
Ajay closed the suitcase.<\/p>\n
The zipper slid shut with a final, metallic sound.<\/p>\n
The room fell into a suffocating silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want a woman,\u201d Ajay said calmly, \u201cwho has never been tied to anyone before.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?!\u201d Meera sobbed, backing away. \u201cWhy would you do this to people?\u201d<\/p>\n
He answered slowly, carefully, as if revealing a truth he had rehearsed for years.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo that she,\u201d he said, pausing between each word,
\n\u201cwill never become like my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
The meaning hit her all at once.<\/p>\n
Meera stepped back, her heart racing, her body screaming at her to run.<\/p>\n
In that moment, she understood something terrifying:<\/p>\n
She hadn\u2019t been loved.
\nShe hadn\u2019t been desired.<\/p>\n
She had been evaluated.<\/p>\n
And the man she thought was safe
\nwas never looking for a partner\u2014
\nonly a replacement for a wound he refused to heal.<\/p>\n
He continued speaking, as if clinging to an old fear:<\/p>\n
\u2014My mother married my father, but she didn’t tell anyone that before that\u2026 there was someone else.
\nAt 40\u2026 she started hearing voices.
\nShe would say, \u201cThat man is in the room every night.
\nHe says, ‘If you hadn’t betrayed me\u2026 I wouldn’t have left you.’\u201d<\/p>\n
Ajay’s eyes were frightened, but full of certainty:<\/p>\n
\u2014I want a girl like that\u2026 who doesn’t have anyone behind her.
\nWho doesn’t have a past.
\nSo that\u2026 there isn’t a \u201cstalker\u201d.<\/p>\n
\u2014So that’s why\u2026 you followed me for a year?!
\n\u2014Just so you could cure your illness?<\/p>\n
Ajay didn’t deny it.
\nHe took a step forward.
\nHe raised his hand, as if he were going to touch her face:<\/p>\n
\u2014You just have to be with me.
\nSo that\u2026 I don’t let anyone else take you away.<\/p>\n
Mira cried and backed away.<\/p>\n
And then\u2026<\/p>\n
Final twist<\/p>\n
The door to room 806\u2026 opened by itself.
\nA blast of icy wind rushed in.<\/p>\n
Ajay’s face turned white.<\/p>\n
She stood before Mira, trembling:
\n“No…
\nNo… That’s mine.
\nHe didn’t love anyone.
\nIt’s not yours…”<\/p>\n
Mira turned, trembling, and looked toward the door.
\nThe hallway light was flickering.
\nThere was no one there.<\/p>\n
But\u2026
\nMira felt it.<\/p>\n
A cold hand rested on his shoulder.<\/p>\n
And Ajay\u2026
\nAjay was looking at that same invisible hand\u2026
\nas if he were seeing a real, living person.<\/p>\n
The door was still.
\nThe air was still.
\nThe silence was so profound that Meera could hear her own heartbeat.<\/p>\n
Ajay stood like a shield in front of her\u2026
\nwith a fear on his face that Meera had never seen in a human being.<\/p>\n
He murmured, his voice trembling:
\n“I chose her…
\nShe’s not yours… she’s mine… do you understand?”<\/p>\n
But Ajay spoke as if he were standing in front of someone\u2026
\nsomeone only he could see.<\/p>\n
Mira tried to take two steps back,
\nbut as soon as she moved\u2026
\nthat cold, icy hand tightened even more.<\/p>\n
Meera couldn’t even scream.
\nHer throat was dry.
\nOnly a broken whisper escaped her lips:
\n“Who… is… there…?”<\/p>\n
The airflow stopped abruptly.
\nAs if someone had emptied the air from the entire room.<\/p>\n
Ajay squeezed his eyes shut and screamed in a panic:
\n“No!
\nDon’t touch her!
\nHe… he never loved anyone… leave her alone!”<\/p>\n
Mira froze.
\n“Ajay, what are you looking at?!
\nThere’s nobody there\u2026!”<\/p>\n
Ajay interrupted her and shouted,
\n“He’s here!
\nAt the door…
\nBehind you…!”<\/p>\n
Meera’s heart began to beat faster.
\nSlowly, she turned her neck\u2026<\/p>\n
But there was nothing.
\nAt least\u2026 nothing that could be seen with the eyes.<\/p>\n
Even so\u2026
\nThe touch of that hand was real.
\nSo real that a sharp pain shot up his shoulder, like a needle.<\/p>\n
Ajay recovered from nearly falling to the floor.
\nHe pointed to a corner of the room and yelled,
\n“I told you to…
\nleave her alone!
\nShe’s not like you!
\nShe’s never touched anyone else!”<\/p>\n
Meera’s blood ran cold.<\/p>\n
Suddenly she realized:
\nthat hand wasn’t just on her shoulder anymore.
\nFingers… were slowly sliding through her hair.
\nAs if someone were very close to her.
\nVery close.<\/p>\n
Meera’s body shuddered.
\nHer legs trembled with fear.<\/p>\n
“Ajay… please…” her voice trembled. “Get me out of here…”<\/p>\n
Ajay slowly raised his head.
\nHis eyes were red:
\nfear, guilt, and a strange passion\u2026
\nall mixed together.<\/p>\n
He said:
\n“If we run away now… then he will follow us.”<\/p>\n
\u2014But if I stay here\u2026
\nit won’t take you.<\/p>\n
Meera’s heart sank.
\n“What do you mean?”<\/p>\n
Ajay moved slowly,
\nas if asking permission from something invisible.<\/p>\n
\u2014You have to stay with me.<\/p>\n
Her voice was dangerously low.<\/p>\n
\u2014Only then\u2026 will it not touch you.<\/p>\n
“Who?” Mira shouted. “Who are you talking about?”<\/p>\n
Ajay took a deep breath,
\nand looking directly at Meera for the first time, said:
\n“The same man…
\nthe one my mother loved.”<\/p>\n
Ajay continued trembling:
\n“She never left…
\nshe chased after every woman…
\nwho came near me.”<\/p>\n
Mira choked back tears and said,
\n“You… you’re crazy, Ajay.
\nYou need help!”<\/p>\n
Ajay nodded.
\n“I’ve known it’s real for years.”<\/p>\n
\u2014He kicks his feet\u2026
\nhe bangs on the door\u2026
\nhe breathes inside the room\u2026
\nand\u2026<\/p>\n
Her voice became low.<\/p>\n
\u2014And every time I try to be with a girl\u2026
\nhe stays by her side all night.
\nHe touches her.
\nHe leans on her\u2026<\/p>\n
Meera’s stomach turned.<\/p>\n
Ajay said slowly,
\n“But… you’re different.
\nBecause you have no past.
\nNo previous relationships.
\nNo memories… no one he can ‘grab’.”<\/p>\n
Tears began to fall from Meera’s eyes.
\n“You’re lying.
\nYou’re sick.”<\/p>\n
Ajay suddenly shouted,
\n“So whose hand is that on your shoulder?!”<\/p>\n
Mira froze in terror.<\/p>\n
The grip of that icy touch tightened even further.<\/p>\n
Now\u2026
\nshe could feel a breath next to her ear.
\nSlow, heavy, icy.<\/p>\n
I was about to scream when\u2026<\/p>\n
Thud!!<\/p>\n
All the lights in the room suddenly went out.<\/p>\n
Darkness.
\nA thick, suffocating darkness.<\/p>\n
Mira waved her hands nervously\u2026
\nbut that invisible hand\u2026
\nhad grabbed her wrist.<\/p>\n
Ajay shouted into the darkness:
\n“No!!
\nI chose her!
\nShe’s mine!
\nYou can’t take her!!”<\/p>\n
Suddenly, a blue flame appeared in the very center of the room\u2026
\nlike someone’s shadow.<\/p>\n
For the first time, Meera\u2026
\nsaw her figure.<\/p>\n
A long, thin, black shadow\u2026
\nwhose \u201cface\u201d was only darkness.
\nLike a crater.<\/p>\n
The air in the room began to tremble.
\nThings began to shake.<\/p>\n
And that shadow\u2026
\nslowly\u2026
\nturned towards Meera.<\/p>\n
Meera’s scream got stuck in his throat.<\/p>\n
Ajay was screaming like a madman:
\n“I took her from all the girls!
\nI rejected them!
\nI got rid of them!
\nLet her go now!
\nShe’s mine!
\nI\u2014”<\/p>\n
And then\u2026<\/p>\n
At that moment\u2026
\nAjay’s voice went silent.
\nAs if someone had strangled him.<\/p>\n
His eyes opened.
\nHis face went white.
\nHe stumbled backward and crashed into the wall.<\/p>\n
Meera cried and said,
\n“Please… help me… someone… please…”<\/p>\n
The shadow suddenly lunged towards Meera.<\/p>\n
Mira closed her eyes tightly.<\/p>\n
But\u2026
\ncontact disappeared.<\/p>\n
The room fell silent again.<\/p>\n
A low voice arrived\u2026
\nas if someone were speaking from very far away:<\/p>\n
\u201c\u2026It\u2019s not yours\u2026\u201d
\n\u201c\u2026That\u2026isn\u2019t mine\u2026\u201d
\n\u201c\u2026And it\u2019s not yours either\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Suddenly, the lights came back on.<\/p>\n
Meera sat on the floor\u2026
\nbreathless.
\nHer eyes blurred with tears.<\/p>\n
Ajay lay unconscious near the wall.
\nHis face was pressed tightly together with fear.
\nAs if the last thing he had seen\u2026
\nwasn’t human, but something else.<\/p>\n
Meera stood up, her legs trembling.<\/p>\n
The door was open.
\nThe hallway lighting was normal.<\/p>\n
She staggered out\u2026
\nwithout looking back.<\/p>\n
The door to room 806 closed slowly in the wind\u2026<\/p>\n
Click.<\/p>\n
And Meera walked for the last time\u2026
\ntouching her shoulder.<\/p>\n
It was still a little cold there .<\/p>\n
As if someone had just taken their hand away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u201cPlease\u2026 I\u2019m still a virgin. I\u2019ve never been with any man before. Not once.\u201d The words left Meera\u2019s mouth in a broken whisper, dissolving into quiet sobs inside the hotel room. She was twenty-five years old. Her name was Meera. Moments earlier, she had stood outside room 806 of the tallest hotel in the city,<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":33016,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[42,37,43],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-33015","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-moral-stories","8":"category-new","9":"category-relationship"},"yoast_head":"\n