Then he pulled out one final photograph and handed it to her.
Meera looked down.
The girl in the picture looked almost exactly like her.
Same eyes.
Same smile.
Same long black hair.
But the photo looked old.
At least fifteen years old.
The girl couldn’t have been older than seventeen.
Meera frowned.
— “Who is she?”
Ajay’s jaw tightened.
— “My sister.”
Silence.
— “Her name was Kavya.”
He swallowed hard before continuing.
— “She trusted the wrong man.”
Meera didn’t speak.
Ajay stared at the photo like he had memorized every inch of it.
— “He pretended to love her. Promised marriage. Promised a future.”
His voice became colder with every sentence.
— “Then he filmed private moments without her knowledge.”
Meera felt sick.
Ajay continued:
— “When she tried to leave him, he blackmailed her.”
His hands clenched tightly.
— “Three weeks later, my sister jumped from the sixth floor of her college hostel.”
The room fell silent again.
Meera didn’t know what to say.
Ajay finally looked at her.
— “After she died, I found out something horrifying.”
He pushed the stack of photographs toward Meera.
They were pictures of different women.
Different ages.
Different cities.
Some smiling.
Some crying.
Some clearly unaware they were being photographed.
— “He never stopped.”
Meera whispered:
— “Who?”
Ajay answered with a voice so cold it barely sounded human anymore.
— “The man I’ve spent fourteen years trying to find.”
Meera stared at him, confused.
— “What does that have to do with me?”
Ajay slowly pointed toward her face.
— “Because you look exactly like the type he chooses.”
Her stomach dropped.
Ajay continued:
— “Same background. Same personality. Same habits. Intelligent. Reserved. No dating history. Emotionally careful. Family-oriented.”
Meera’s heart pounded harder.
— “I don’t understand…”
Ajay inhaled deeply.
— “Three months ago, I finally found evidence he had returned to this city.”
He pulled out another photo.
This time, Meera immediately recognized the man in it.
Her office manager.
Mr. Sandeep.
The same man who always acted polite.
The same man who encouraged her to attend company events.
The same man who introduced her to Ajay at a work conference.
Meera’s knees nearly gave out.
— “No…”
Ajay nodded slowly.
— “Yes.”
Her mind reeled violently.
Suddenly, every strange coincidence over the past year felt different.
The sudden promotion.
The unexpected invitations.
The way Sandeep always asked personal questions disguised as concern.
The way he constantly tried to learn whether she lived alone.
Meera whispered:
— “You think he’s dangerous?”
Ajay looked directly into her eyes.
— “I know he is.”
Then he opened another envelope.
Inside were printed screenshots.
Messages.
Photos.
Bank transfers.
