We decided to split up and search the hotel again, hoping that we might find some clue to Pranay's whereabouts or Meera's location. Each step felt like a battle against the invisible chains that Meghna had wrapped around us. We were her pawns, and she had moved us with the precision of a master chess player.

Randheer took the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the stairwell like a grim reminder of our situation. I chose the elevator, the walls closing in on me as it ascended. The mirrored surface reflected my tension, my eyes wild and desperate. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched, that every move we made was being recorded for some sick pleasure.

The elevator dinged, and I stepped out into the hallway, the scarf in my hand a symbol of the love we had destroyed. My thoughts raced as I tried to piece together the puzzle of the past few hours. Who was Pranay? How had Meghna managed to pull off such an elaborate scheme? And most importantly, how could we fix this?

As I moved down the hall, I heard faint whispers, the murmurs of guests enjoying their evening, oblivious to the storm brewing within our suite. The carpet felt sticky underfoot, as if it were holding onto the secrets of our encounter. I passed by the room where it had all begun, the door to our honeymoon suite, and felt a pang of regret.

Meghna's voice grew louder, echoing through the empty hallway. "Don't worry, Thakurain," she purred into the phone, her words carrying the sweetness of a serpent's venom. "She will never come back to them." My heart skipped a beat as I realized she was speaking about Meera. "I had planned for her to die in a car accident, but she had to go and run away with her friend." Meghna's laughter was like shattering glass, cold and sharp. "But don't worry, she's gone for good now. They'll never find her."

The revelation hit me like a sledgehammer. All this time, she had been planning Meera's demise? The woman we had both been with, the one whose heart we had shattered, was supposed to be dead? The gravity of Meghna's words weighed heavy on me, making it hard to breathe. I had to tell Randheer, had to stop this madness before it went any further.

End of Rajveer's POV.

Rushing back to the suite, Rajveer found him pacing the room, his expression a tumult of anger and confusion. "Meghna," I began, my voice shaking with rage. "She was planning to kill Meera in a car accident."

Randheer's eyes widened in disbelief, his fists clenching at his sides. "What? That bitch," he spat, the reality of her betrayal sinking in. "We have to stop her, she's gone too far."

Ignoring the mess of the room, we stormed out into the hallway, the urgency in our steps leaving no room for doubt. We had to get to the bottom of this before it was too late for Meera. The hotel's grand staircase loomed before us, a stark contrast to the horror of Meghna's words. We took the stairs two at a time, the sound of our footsteps echoing through the opulent space like a war cry.

As we descended, the whispers grew louder, morphing into a cacophony of laughter and conspiracy that seemed to emanate from every corner. The plush carpet felt sticky with the weight of our betrayal, clinging to our feet as if trying to hold us back. We burst into the lobby, the grandeur of the hotel a stark contrast to the dark reality of our situation.

Meghna's voice grew clearer as we approached the bar, the sound of her callous words slicing through the air like a knife. She sat on a velvet chair, her legs crossed, a smug smile playing on her lips as she spoke into her phone. "I will take care of your sons," she said, her tone sweet and deceiving. "Especially Rajveer. He was so emotionally attached to that dirt."

Rajveer's blood boiled, and felt a surge of rage that we didn't known was possible. Rajveer didn't need to hear the rest of the conversation to know she was referring to Meera. The girl we had both been with, the girl we had both hurt, was now being used as a pawn in Meghna's twisted game. Her words were a declaration of war, and she was the enemy we had to face.

Without a second thought, I marched over to the bar, my eyes locked on Meghna. She looked up as we approached, her smile never wavering. "Well, well, well," she purred, her eyes flicking between us. "Look who finally decided to get dressed."

Ignoring her taunt, I reached for the phone in her hand. She tried to pull it away, but I was faster, my grip firm and unyielding. Her eyes narrowed as I snatched the device, the call still connected. The number on the screen sent a chill down my spine—it was my mother's, the woman who had raised me and taught me the value of love and loyalty. How could she be behind this?

"Mother," said Rajveer my voice a mix of shock and anger. "What have you done?"

Her voice was calm on the other end of the line, a stark contrast to the chaos in my heart. "What had to be done," she replied, not an ounce of remorse in her tone. "You know the stakes, Rajveer. You know what this family is built on."

Rajveer's hand trembled with fury. "This is not what family is about!" I shouted, drawing the attention of the nearby hotel guests. "This is not what love is about!"

Thakurain Sunaina's eyes gleamed with malicious pleasure. "Love?" she scoffed. "This is about power, darling. And you two have been played like fools."

The words stung, but I knew she was right. The reality of the situation crashed down on me like a tidal wave, the weight of our mistakes threatening to drown me.

"Thakurain I hope you get the heir to you family, because you will never see me from now on. You have stooped so low. That you forgot this you are a women yourself. Pathetic!! you don't deserve to be my mother." Said Rajveer.

Meghna smirked as she watched the confrontation, clearly enjoying the chaos she had sown. "Always knew you two were soft at heart. But that's why you need me, to do the dirty work," she said, taking a sip of her drink, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"You're wrong," I said through gritted teeth. "This isn't about power or family. It's about the people we've hurt along the way."

"You are son is dead Thakurain. Enjoy your decite with this dirt you have bought in our life because I will never see any one of you again." I replied and walked out of the club.

" I will never see you Meera. I want you to live away from all these people, who had destroyed your dignity. I hope Pranay protects and loves you in a way we couldn't."  Though Rajveer.