Meera staggered backward.
— “W-what is this…?”
Ajay finally looked at her.
His face no longer carried the gentle warmth she had trusted for an entire year.
Now he looked… cold.
Calculated.
Like a stranger wearing Ajay’s face.
— “I needed to be sure,” he said quietly.
— “Sure of WHAT?!”
He slid another paper toward her.
A hospital record.
Her hospital record.
Meera’s eyes widened.
Her hands began shaking uncontrollably.
— “How did you get this?”
Ajay leaned back calmly.
— “You’d be surprised how easy it is when you know the right people.”
Meera felt nausea rise in her stomach.
The room suddenly felt smaller.
The air heavier.
— “You investigated me?”
— “For eleven months.”
That answer hit harder than a slap.
Eleven months.
Almost the entire time she had known him.
Every dinner.
Every thoughtful conversation.
Every comforting message.
Every ride home after work.
Every “good morning” text.
Everything had been part of something else.
Something she didn’t understand.
Meera’s voice cracked.
— “Why?”
Ajay stared at her for several seconds before answering.
— “Because I was looking for someone exactly like you.”
A terrible silence filled the room.
Meera slowly stepped toward the door.
Ajay noticed immediately.
— “Relax. If I wanted to hurt you, I wouldn’t have waited this long.”
But that didn’t calm her.
Not even slightly.
Her fingers quietly reached for her phone inside her purse.
Ajay noticed that too.
And then he said something that made her freeze completely.
— “Your brother Rohan finishes work at 10:30, right?”
Meera stopped breathing.
Ajay continued softly:
— “And your mother’s blood pressure medication gets delivered every second Thursday.”
Her phone slipped from her trembling fingers onto the carpet.
Ajay knew.
He knew everything.
Not just about her
