Aisha's knees felt weak, but she forced herself to stand tall. She had just witnessed the man she loved betray her in the worst way possible, yet she wasn't ready to turn back. Not without answers.
She turned and stormed into the grand entrance of the luxurious hotel, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Her heart pounded against her ribs, but her face remained emotionless, unreadable. Rishi followed closely behind, his concern evident, but he knew better than to stop her now.
Aisha marched straight to the reception desk, her voice cold and steady. "I need the room number for Ranvir Malhotra."
The receptionist, a young man in his late twenties, glanced up from his computer. His eyes slightly widened at the sight of her. He recognized her instantly....after all, Aisha Oberoi was well known, not just for being Ranvir's fiancée but for her own success and striking beauty.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we can't disclose guest information," he said, his voice polite yet firm. "Especially for our premium members."
Aisha clenched her jaw, her fingers curling into fists. "Premium members?" she repeated, her voice laced with suspicion. "How often does Ranvir Malhotra book a room here?"
The receptionist hesitated, his eyes shifting slightly, but he couldn't ignore the intensity in her gaze. Lowering his voice, he admitted, "Quite frequently, ma'am."
Aisha's stomach twisted, her nails digging into her palms. The betrayal stung deeper now, knowing this wasn't just a one-time mistake....it was a pattern.
She exhaled sharply, forcing herself to stay composed. "I'm his fiancée," she said, pulling out her phone and scrolling to a picture of her and Ranvir together....one from when they were still happy, still in love. She placed the phone on the desk, her hand steady despite the storm raging inside her. "I need to see him. Now."
The receptionist glanced between her and the photo, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. He had admired Aisha from afar....who didn't? He had seen her grace magazine covers, leading her company with strength and elegance. And now, seeing the desperation in her eyes, he knew she deserved the truth.
Lowering his voice further, he leaned in slightly. "He checked into room 1205."
Aisha inhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the counter.
Rishi, who had remained silent till now, tensed beside her. "Aisha...."
But she was already moving, her heels clicking furiously as she made her way toward the elevators.
And Rishi had no choice but to follow.
He knew this night was about to break her, and no matter how much it hurt him, he had to be there to catch her when she fell.
As Aisha reached room 1205, she came to a sudden halt. The dimly lit corridor was eerily silent, but through the thick door, muffled sounds filtered out....soft moans, whispers, and then, unmistakably, a woman's voice calling out Ranvir's name.
Her fingers twitched, her breath shallow, but her expression remained eerily blank. Emotionless. As if her body had already gone numb to the pain she should have been feeling.
Then came Ranvir's voice....low, husky, affectionate. "Baby, you feel so good."
Aisha's hand slowly reached for the door handle, but before she could turn it, Rishi caught her wrist. "Aisha, don't do this," he murmured, his voice laced with quiet desperation. "You don't need to see this."
She turned to look at him, and whatever he saw in her eyes made him release her immediately. There was no stopping her now.
"I don't want anyone else here," she whispered. "Leave."
Rishi hesitated, but the resolve in her voice left no room for argument. With a sigh, he took a step back, watching helplessly as she faced the door alone.
Aisha knocked firmly, masking her voice. "Room service."
Silence.
Then a rustle of sheets, hushed whispers. But no one came to the door.
Her fingers curled around the handle. A slow turn....and to her disbelief, the door swung open effortlessly. They had forgotten to lock it.
The scene before her felt like a cruel, twisted joke. Ranvir lay sprawled on the bed, half-covered by silky sheets, his arms wrapped around the very girl who had once insulted Aisha to her face. Their bare skin gleamed under the dim glow of the bedside lamp, their bodies tangled in a way that left no room for misinterpretation.
Aisha took a step back. And then another.
She said nothing. Did nothing. Just turned around and walked out before Ranvir even had a chance to glance her way.
By the time he lazily looked back, she was already gone.
Aisha moved through the grand hallway, past the opulent chandeliers, and out the glass doors of the hotel without stopping.
Not a single tear fell from her eyes. She had given Ranvir Malhotra everything. And now, she had nothing left to give.