After what felt like an eternity of pacing and trying to piece together her movements, took my phone from my poket and diled an unknown number.  " I want you to know where this person right now?"  I asked the person from other end.

" She is safe, and yoh will never be able to see her again. Because you don't wanna know who is backing her up now, and what is his status." Said the unknown person kn the call.

My heart sank, fear gripped my throat like an icy hand, choking the words that wanted to scream out. Who was this person? How did they know about her? The realization that she had been taken away for her own safety brought a mix of relief and anger.

"Listen to me," I said through gritted teeth, trying to keep my voice calm. "I don't know what's going on, but if you hurt her, I swear—"

The unknown man's laughter grew louder, cutting me off. "Oh, the great Thakur Saheb, so concerned now. Did you ever stop to think how much pain you've caused her before?" His voice was mocking, a knife twisting in the wound of my guilt.

I clenched my fist, trying to ignore the burning in my eyes. "What do you want?" I demanded, my voice low and dangerous.

"I don't want anything from you," the man on the phone said, his tone still amused. "But I'm sure she does. And what she wants is for you to stay away from her, so she can live a life free of your kind of happiness."

The words stung, but I knew he was right. We had played with her feelings, and now she was paying the price. The anger that had fueled me just moments ago began to dissipate, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. I had to respect her wishes, even if it meant letting her go.

"Fine," I said, my voice thick with emotion. "But I just want to talk to her. One last time. Please."

The stranger on the phone was silent for a moment, contemplating my plea. Then, with a sigh, he spoke. "Alright, Rajveer. I'll help you, but only once. After this, you're on your own, and I don't want to hear from you again. Understood?"

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "Understood," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I just need to explain to her, to make sure she's okay."

"Fine," the man said, the amusement gone from his voice. I stared at the phone, the digits of the number blurring before my eyes. The weight of what had just happened was too much to process. But I had a chance to make amends, to apologize to her.

The wait felt interminable as I counted down the minutes, my anxiety building with every tick of the clock. I paced the hotel room, the silence suffocating, the only sounds my own shallow breaths and the distant laughter from the bar. The time passed slowly, as if the universe itself was conspiring to keep me from her.

Finally, the phone in my hand buzzed to life. The screen lit up with a call from the unknown number. My heart racing, I answered, "Hello?"

"You've got 2.5 hours," the man said, his voice cold and unyielding. "Call her number, and she will pick up."

The minutes ticked by like hours, each one heavier than the last. I sat on the edge of the bed, her scarf clutched tightly in my hand, trying to imagine what she might be feeling. The room felt stifling, the air thick with the scent of our betrayal. Meghna and the men had left, leaving me alone with my thoughts with my brither Randheer and the ghosts of what we had done.

The phone in my hand was a lifeline, the only connection to the girl whose heart we had shattered. When the time came, I took a deep breath and dialed her number. It rang once, twice, three times, and then, finally, she picked up. Her voice was small and fragile, a mere whisper of what it had been earlier that night.

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

"Meera, please don't leave like this. We need to talk." The silence was too consuming. Trying my best I was too focused on convincing her to give us a chance to speak to her.

Just then I heard a male voice "You've done enough talking," 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?"

Randheer who was quietly sitting and observing the conversation asked " What do you mean by ' both of us'. What the fuck are you talking about? And who the heck are you?"

Suddenly my anger bursted too " Give me my Meera back to me!!"

"You're not speaking to her," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Not after what you two have done." I could feel mockery in his tone, which was testing my patience.

"Pranay, is that you? Please, let us talk to Meera. This isn't what it seems." I asked in a calmer tone. Just wanted to know she is actually safe and not with a stranger.

"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." Pranay laughed like a devil.

There was a dead silence on call. I couldn't speak anything but before I could think of, I heard him asking Meer

"Meera? do you want to speak to them" Asked Pranay.

"No. I don't need their lies anymore." Replied Meera.

Her voice was so faint that I could barely hear it, but the finality in her words was as clear as a bell tolling in the stillness of the night. Pranay's revelation about the marriage certificate hung in the air, a heavy, toxic cloud that choked the life out of the room.

Randheer's eyes widened, the color draining from his face. The realization of his own deceit reflected in his gaze, and for a moment, I saw the monster that Meghna had created. I couldn't believe it, couldn't fathom the depth of their manipulation. We had been used, all of us pawns in a twisted game of power and greed.

The phone grew cold in my hand as I processed the revelation. "Meera," I said, my voice cracking. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea about the marriage... about any of this. I—"

But the call was already disconnected by the time I could say anything else. The dial tone echoed in my ear like the final nail in a coffin, a stark reminder of the distance that had grown between us in just a few short moments. I looked over at Randheer, his face a mask of shock and fear. We had both been played, used in Meghna's twisted game.

"What have we done?" he whispered, his eyes haunted by the reality of our actions. "We need to find her, explain everything."

But the weight of Pranay's words hung heavily in the air, and I knew that finding her wouldn't be easy. "We need to figure out who Pranay is and what he wants," I said, trying to think clearly through the fog of betrayal and anger. "If he has Meera, then he must have some leverage or he wouldn't be calling us."

Randheer nodded, his expression grim. He knew as well as I did that this was about more than just a love triangle gone wrong. There were forces at play here that were beyond our understanding. We had to tread carefully, for Meera's sake.