The Delhi sky was overcast, a gray haze that made everything feel heavier than it should.
Meher held the envelope in her hands again, turning it over, searching for a clue.
"Some truths are better revealed before the storm. – R"
Her mind raced.
Reyaan? Or… someone else entirely?
She tried to focus on her work, but every sound in the hotel corridor made her jump. Every knock at the door felt like a warning.
By noon, she decided to investigate. She asked the receptionist discreetly, "Has anyone asked for me today? Left a note?"
"No, ma'am. Nothing so far," the receptionist replied.
Her heart thumped.
If no one had officially delivered it… who had? And why?
Meanwhile, Aarav called.
"Hey, how's Delhi?" his voice was calm, but she could sense concern.
"Fine," she said, holding back the unease. "Busy. The city is… chaotic."
"Everything okay? You sound… off," he pressed gently.
Meher hesitated. Should she tell him about the note?
"No… nothing. Just work stress," she lied.
"Alright. Just… remember, I'm here, okay?" he said.
She smiled faintly. "I know. I promise."
Hours later, Meher returned to her hotel room after the day's work. The envelope was gone.
Panic gripped her.
Was someone watching her?
Her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number:
"You can't ignore me forever. Meet me at the park near India Gate at 7 PM. – R"
Meher's pulse raced. She glanced at the rain beginning to drizzle outside her window.
This wasn't about work anymore.
It wasn't about Mumbai.
It was about a secret someone wanted her to uncover… before the storm hit.
And deep down, she knew one thing:
Ignoring it wasn't an option.