Rajveer POV

She saw us, she heard us, ughh!!! Why. Why did this women had to hear us now. Can she not wait until this honeymoon was over. Before I could wear my clothes she walked out of the room. We asked our mens to search the whole hotel. It looks like she disappeared out of nowhere. How is that possible? No evidence of her escaping. I heard Meghna saying

"Atleast she know what to do. She left finally I can have two amazing mens on my bed but she was really a fool to think you two love her. Good she finally got her brains. " her words were filled with Venom but truth.

I was missing her suddenly, her smile her giggles. Her smell her shining eyes. When she looked at me. I was missing all.

But I knew that she was gone. The hotel room was empty except for the sound of my racing heart and the occasional shuffle of the wind outside the window. The tension in the air was palpable, as if it were a thick fog that had rolled in off the ocean and gotten trapped in our tiny space. The smell of sex and sweat mingled with the faint scent of her perfume, creating a bittersweet cocktail that only served to remind me of what I had lost.

Meghna's words echoed in my mind, taunting me with their cruel honesty. I felt a pang of anger towards her, but I couldn't deny that she had a point. We had been using the girl, playing with her emotions, and now she had seen us for what we truly were. I couldn't blame her for running. I looked over at the two men, still breathing heavily from our recent escapade, their eyes filled with a mix of lust and confusion.

"We need to find her," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "We can't just let her go like this."

"We need to find her," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "We can't just let her go like this."

Meghna rolled her eyes and slithered off the bed, her naked body moving with the grace of a serpent. She wrapped herself in a silk robe, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. "You're too soft-hearted," she scoffed, but I could see the flicker of concern in her eyes. "You always were."

Ignoring her, I stepped into my discarded clothes, feeling the cool fabric against my flushed skin. The room was a mess, a testament to our earlier passion, but the urgency to find the girl took precedence over any sense of modesty or decorum. I knew Meghna was just trying to ease the situation with her usual brand of dark humor, but this was different. This was more than just a fleeting encounter for me.

As I made my way to the door, Meghna's protests grew louder, but I waved them off with a flick of my hand. "You heard me," I said firmly, my resolve growing with each passing second. "Take care of her when she comes back. Make sure she knows she's welcome here." The men chuckled, their eyes gleaming with excitement at the thought of Meghna all to themselves. I didn't care about that; I just wanted to find the girl.

The hallway outside was eerily quiet, the plush carpet muffling the sounds of my footsteps. The dimly lit corridor was lined with closed doors, each one hiding secrets of their own, but none of them held the answer I sought. I felt a strange mix of anxiety and determination as I moved through the hotel, the urge to find her growing stronger with each step.

As I approached the lobby, the bustle of the hotel's nightlife grew more apparent. The chatter of guests, the clinking of glasses, and the faint sound of music from the bar drifted up to my ears. I scanned the area, searching for any sign of her, but she was nowhere to be seen. My heart sank, and for a brief moment, I wondered if I was chasing a ghost.

I decided to check the hotel's security footage, hoping it would provide some clue to her whereabouts. The receptionist, a middle-aged man with a tired smile, eyed me warily as I approached the desk. "Can I help you?" he asked, his voice a blend of boredom and curiosity.

"I'm looking for a friend," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "She might have left in a hurry. Have you seen anything unusual?"

The receptionist looked at me skeptically before his eyes darted to the screen of his computer. "Let me check," he said, his fingers dancing across the keyboard. The screens flickered with images of various corridors and exits, but she was nowhere to be found.

"I'm sorry," he said finally, his smile forced. "It doesn't seem like anyone matching her description has left the hotel in the last hour."

I felt a cold knot form in my stomach. Where could she have gone? I thanked him half-heartedly and turned away, my eyes scanning the lobby once more. It was then that I noticed a flash of color peeking out from behind one of the potted plants—a piece of fabric that looked suspiciously like the scarf she had been wearing. I hurried over, my heart racing.

When I pulled it out, I found a hastily scribbled note attached to it. The handwriting was shaky, as if she had been in a hurry or perhaps crying when she wrote it. "I'm sorry," it read. "I can't do this anymore. I know you don't love me, but I can't watch you two together. It's too much."

My heart broke into a thousand pieces. The reality of what we had done hit me like a ton of bricks. Meghna's words had been right; the girl had realized she was nothing but a toy for us to play with. Anger boiled in me, not at her, but at Meghna and at ny brither for planning cruel games. And at myself for allowing it to happen.

The note was a stark reminder of the pain we had caused her. I could almost feel the warmth of her tears on the paper. I crumpled it in my hand, frustration and regret coursing through my veins. I knew I had to find her and make things right, but the hotel was a labyrinth of possibilities. Where would she go?