The 25-year-old girl cried—in that hotel room, in front of the man… The one she had chosen herself.

Her name was Meera, 25. Clasped in her
hands, she was shivering outside room number 806 of the city’s tallest hotel.

She had spent a whole year understanding and quietly wanting the man—Ajay, 38, successful, quiet, decent…
Or at least, that’s what Meera thought.

He was identified with work.
Ajay never pressurized.
No dirty action, no cheap line.
Just thinking slowly, asking, listening…
Which made Meera feel—
“This is the man… To whom I can open my heart for the first time. ”

That night Meera herself messaged:

“I want tonight… I want to be alone with you.
If you want too. ”

Ajay immediately wrote ‘yes’—so quickly that Meera hesitated a little.
Then she explained herself.

She wanted it.
She was ready.

5 minutes ago

In the room, Meera was sitting on a chair.
Fingers clenched together.
The heart was beating hard—as if it would tear the chest.

Ajay came closer, said softly:

— “Are you afraid?”

Mira nodded:

— “Sir… I’m still a virgin.
I don’t know… Don’t do anything wrong. ”

Ajay paused.

He didn’t smile,
didn’t tease him,
didn’t hug him—just as Meera had thought.

He just… kept watching.
For a long time.

A strange expression on his face.
Not surprised.
No happiness.
Rather like… Relief.

Mira frowned:

“Why are you looking like this?”

Ajay said the sentence that made Meera go to the core:

— “Good.
Now I’m convinced. ”

After 5 minutes

Before Meera could ask anything, Ajay went to the small trolley bag he had brought.
Passcode pressed.
Bag opened.

And Meera’s breath seemed to stop.

Inside…

No clothes,
no medicines,
no personal belongings.

Rather dozens of files.
On every file—a photo of a girl.
Almost the same age.
The same hairstyle.
Faces too… Resembling Mira.

On each file it was written:

“First relationship – Reject
first boyfriend – Reject stayed
with – Reject
suspicion – Surveillance continued”

Meera looked down—

The last file read:

“Mira – 12 months observed
, no relationship,
no close to
anyone, high probability – suitable”

Mira stood up:

— “This… What is it?!”

Ajay closed the bag.
The lock “clicked”.
His voice broke the silence in the room.

Ajay said in a calm, cold voice:

“I want a girl who… Never be tied to anyone before. ”

“Why?!” cried Meera.

Ajay said, every word slow:

— “So that he… Don’t be like my mother. ”

Mira stepped back.

He kept speaking, as if clinging to an old fear:

“Mom married my dad, but didn’t tell anyone that before that… Someone else was.
At the age of 40… They started hearing voices.
She used to say, “That man stands in the room every night.
He says, ‘If you hadn’t betrayed me… I don’t leave you. ’”

Meera’s body started to go numb.

Ajay’s eyes were scared—but full of confidence:

“I want a girl like that… There is no one behind it.
There is no past.
So… Don’t be a ‘stalker’. ”

— “That’s why… You FOLLOW me for a year?!”
“Just so that I can cure your illness?”

Ajay didn’t refuse.

He took a step forward.
He raised his hand—as if to touch his face:

— “You just have to be with me.”
So that… Don’t let anyone else take you. ”

Mira cried, stepped back.

And then—

Final Twist

The door of Room 806… Opened on its own.

A cold gust of wind came in.

Ajay’s face turned white.
He stood in front of Mira, trembling:

— “No…
No… That’s mine.
He didn’t love anyone.
It’s not yours…”

Mira turned around trembling and looked at the door.

The light in the hall was blinking.

There was none.

But…
Mira felt.

A cold hand was resting on his shoulder.

And Ajay…
He was staring at the same invisible hand—

As if he were looking at a real, living person.

The door was open.
Air stable.
The silence was so deep that Meera could hear her own heartbeat.

Ajay stood as a shield in front of her—
a fear on his face that Meera had never seen in a human being before.

He muttered in a trembling voice:

— “I have chosen him…
It’s not yours… Mine is… Understand?”

There was no other sound in the room.
But Ajay was speaking as if he was standing in front of him—
someone he could only see.

Mira tried to take two steps back,
but as soon as she turned around—
that cold, ice-like hand tightened further.

Meera couldn’t even scream.
The throat was dry.

Just a broken whisper came out of her lips:

— “Who… “Right…?”

The air flow suddenly stopped.
It’s as if someone had taken the air out of the whole room.

Ajay clenched his eyes and shouted in panic:

— “No!
Don’t touch him!
That… He didn’t love anyone… Leave him!”

Mira was stunned.

“Ajay, what are you looking at?!
There’s no one there—”

Ajay interrupted him and screamed:

— “He’s here!
At the door…
Behind you…”

Meera’s heart started beating fast.

He slowly bent his neck—
but there was nothing.
At least… Nothing to see with the eyes.

Even then…
The touch of that hand was genuine.
So true that a needle-like prick of pain was rising from his shoulder.

Ajay recovered from falling to the ground.

He pointed to the corner of the room and screamed:

— “I told you…
Leave him…
He’s not like you…
He never touched anyone else…”

Blood clotted in Meera’s body.

He suddenly realized—
that hand was no longer just on his shoulder.
A few… His hair was slowly sliding.

It’s like someone is standing very close to him.
Very close.

Meera’s body shuddered.
Legs trembled with fear.

— “Ajay… Please…”
His voice trembled, “Get me out of here…”

Ajay slowly raised his head.

His eyes were red—
fear, guilt, and a strange passion…
All mixed.

He said:

— “If we run away now… So he will follow us. ”

— “But if I stay here…
He won’t take you. ”

Meera’s heart sank.

— “You… What do you want to say?”

Ajay moved slowly,
as if seeking permission from something invisible.

“You have to stay with me. ”
His voice was dangerously quiet.
— “Only then… He won’t touch you. ”

— “Who?” cried Mira.
“Who are you talking about?!”

Ajay took a deep breath,
and looking directly at Meera for the first time, said:

— “The same man…”

— “The one my mother loved. ”

The room suddenly became colder.

Ajay continued trembling:

“He never left…
He chased every woman…
Which brought me closer. ”

Mira held back tears and said:

— “You… You’re mad, Ajay.
You need help!”

Ajay nodded.

“I’ve known for years that he’s real. ”
— “He stomps his feet…
Knocks on the door…
Breathes in the room…
And…”

His voice became low.

“And whenever I try to be with a girl…
He stands next to her all night.
Touches him.
Leans on it…”

Mira’s stomach twitched.

Ajay said slowly:

— “But… You’re different.
“Because you don’t have a past.
No previous relationship.
No memories… Someone he can catch. ”

Tears started flowing from Meera’s eyes.

— “You’re lying.
You’re sick. ”

Ajay suddenly shouted:

— “Then whose hand is that on your shoulder?!”

Mira froze in fear.
The grip of that cold touch tightened further.

Now…
He could feel his breath near his ear.
Slow, heavy, ice-cold.

She was about to scream—

Thud!!

All the lights in the room went off at once.

Dark.
Thick, suffocating darkness.

Mira waved nervously—
but that invisible hand…
He had grabbed his wrist.

Ajay shouted in the dark:

— “No!!
I chose him!
She’s mine!
You can’t take him!!”

Suddenly, a blue flame appeared in the very middle of the room—
like a shadow of someone.

For the first time, Meera…
I saw his figure.

A long, lean, black shadow—
the place of which was simply dark.
Like a crater.

The air in the room began to tremble.
The stuff started shaking.

And that shadow…
By slow degrees…
She turned to Meera.

Meera’s scream got stuck in her throat.

Ajay shouted like crazy:

“I took you away from every girl!
I rejected them!
Got rid of them!
Leave him now!
She’s mine!
I—”

And then…
Shadow turned his head towards Ajay.

In that one moment…

Ajay’s voice stopped.
As if someone had strangled him.

His eyes widened.
His face turned white.
He retreated and crashed into the wall.

Meera cried and said:

— “Please… Help me… Any… Please…”

Shadow suddenly lunged at Meera—

Mira closed her eyes tightly.

But…

The touch disappeared.

The room became quiet again.

A low voice came—
as if someone was speaking from a long distance:

“… Not yours…”

“… That… Not mine…”

“… And not yours either…”

Suddenly the lights came back on.

Meera was sitting on the ground—
breathless.
Eyes blurred with tears.

Ajay was lying unconscious near the wall.
The face is gripped in fear.
Like the last thing he saw…
He was not human, he was something else.

Meera woke up with trembling legs.
The door was open.
The lighting in the hallway was normal.

She staggered out—
without looking back.

The door to room 806 closed slowly with the wind—

Click.

And Meera walked for the last time…
Touched your shoulder.

There…
It was still a little cold.

As if someone had just removed their hand.