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As she waited for the elevator to descend, she felt a presence behind her. She turned, expecting to see a hotel staff member, but instead, her eyes met those of Pranay Rathod, the crowned prince of Gujarat and a friend from her childhood. His frown was etched deep into his handsome features, and Meera realized she must look like a wreck.

"Meera?" he said, his voice filled with concern. "What happened?"

The question was like a dam breaking, and she couldn't hold back the torrent of tears. "They... they're with her," she choked out, pointing back to the suite she had just left. "They lied to me."

Pranay's expression shifted from concern to shock, then to anger. "The twins? Your husbands." he growled, his hand reaching out to steady her. "What have they done?"

Meera took a shuddering breath, trying to compose herself. "They... they were with the air hostess. In our honeymoon suite. I... I saw them." She couldn't bring herself to repeat their words, the humiliation too raw.

Pranay's eyes narrowed, his grip on her arm tightening. "They will pay for this," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I will not stand for such dishonor with you. Come with me."

Meera nodded, unable to form coherent words. She allowed Pranay to lead her out of the elevator and into the plush lobby, the opulence of the hotel a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within her. His hand was warm and steady, a lifeline in the storm of her emotions.

They made their way through the hotel's grand entrance, the night air cool and refreshing after the stifling heat of the shower. The twins' suite was a distant memory, the sound of their laughter echoing in her ears like a taunting melody. Pranay didn't say much, his eyes scanning the area as if looking for an escape route.

"I need to get out of here," Meera whispered, her voice shaking. "I can't stay here with them."

Pranay nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I'm taking you to London," he said, his tone firm and reassuring. "You'll be safe there. I have a place for you."

Meera looked up at him through tear-stained eyes, a glimmer of hope piercing through the fog of betrayal. "But the wedding..." she murmured.

Pranay's jaw tightened as he pulled her into a gentle embrace. "Let me handle the details. We'll get you out of here. You don't need to deal with them anymore." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, quickly dialing a number.

"Meera," he said gently, "do you have your marriage certificate with you?"

Meera nodded, pulling the crumpled piece of paper from her 👛 bag. It felt like a mockery in her hands, a symbol of the sham she had just walked in on. "Here," she whispered, handing it to him.

Pranay took it without a word, his eyes scanning the document before tearing it in half. "It's fake," he murmured, his voice tight with anger. "They've played you for a fool."

The revelation hit Meera like a sledgehammer, the pieces of the puzzle finally clicking into place. The strange behavior, the whispers, the way the twins had always been so possessive of each other—it all made sense now. She had been a pawn in their twisted game, a means to an end.

Pranay's hand was still on her back, his touch grounding her in reality. "Come," he urged, his voice a soothing balm to her shattered heart. "We need to leave before they realize you're gone."

Meera nodded, her legs shaking as she followed him through the hotel. The corridors that had once felt so welcoming now seemed like a labyrinth designed to trap her in her own personal hell. They made it to the back exit, where a sleek black car was waiting, the engine purring quietly. Pranay opened the door for her, his gaze never leaving hers.

"You can trust me, Meera," he said, his voice firm and reassuring. "I'll make sure you're safe."

Meera nodded, feeling a spark of hope flicker to life amidst the ashes of her shattered world. She slipped into the car, the leather seats cool against her flushed skin. Pranay slammed the door shut and rounded the car, sliding into the driver's seat.

As they pulled away from the hotel, the headlights cut through the night, leaving the twins and their deceit behind. Meera felt a weight lift from her chest with every mile they put between her and the suite. She had never felt so relieved to be leaving a place that was supposed to be the start of her fairytale.

Pranay's silence was a comfort as he drove them to the airport. She knew he was giving her the space she needed to process the betrayal that had just unfolded. Her mind was racing with thoughts, trying to piece together the last few days, looking for signs she had missed.

The flight to London was a blur of tears and recrimination. Meera barely registered the takeoff, too lost in her thoughts to even care where she was going. But as the plane leveled out and the fasten seatbelt sign chimed off, she felt a gentle hand on her arm.

Pranay offered her a handkerchief, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "You're safe now," he assured her. "I won't let anyone hurt you again."

Meera took it gratefully, dabbing at her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice shaky. "I don't know what I would've done if you weren't here."

Pranay's hand on her arm was a comforting presence. "Don't worry about that," he said. "We're going to sort this out. But first, we need to get you somewhere safe."

The ringtone pierced the quiet of the car, jolting Meera back to reality. She reached into her purse, her trembling hand pulling out her phone. The screen read "Caller: Rajveer." Her stomach twisted into knots at the sight of his name, and she hesitated, unsure if she could bear to hear his voice after what she had just witnessed. But something compelled her to answer.

"Meera," he breathed, his tone a mix of panic and desperation. "Baby, please don't go. We can explain."

Pranay's hand tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension as he glanced at her. Meera took a deep breath, her hand shaking as she handed him the phone. She turned the call on speaker.

Rajveer's voice filled the car, and she could almost feel the desperation in his words. "Meera, please don't leave like this. We need to talk."

Pranay's expression was one of cold fury as he took the phone. "You've done enough talking," he said, his voice like ice. "What you need to do is explain why you've been playing her like a fool. Or should I say, why you've both been playing her?"

Meera sat there, frozen, listening to the silence on the other end of the line. She couldn't believe what she was hearing—Pranay knew about the twins' secret.

"What do you mean, 'both of us'?" Randheer's voice was tight with anger. "What the fuck are you talking about? And who the heck are you?"

"Give me my Meera back to me!!" Screamed Rajveer.

The demand echoed through the speaker, and Meera felt a sudden surge of anger. How dare they still think they had the right to her after what they'd done? She opened her mouth to respond, but Pranay beat her to it. "You're not speaking to her," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Not after what you two have done."

There was a pause my voice grew calmer. "Pranay, is that you? Please, let us talk to Meera. This isn't what it seems."

Pranay's eyes never left the road ahead as he responded. "What's not to understand, Randheer? Your own wife walked in on you and your twin fucking another woman. In your honeymoon suite, no less but guess what she is nit even your wife legally. You have her fake marriage certificate." laughed Praney like a devil.

There was a dead silence on the other end.

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