**■ 12:30 p.m.**
The students returned to the hotel after their sightseeing.
After coming back from Childanga Hill, neither Anurag Sir nor Sneha spoke much to each other.
Sneha went straight to her room, while Anurag Sir headed directly to the reception.
His eyes still burned with fury, his face set with fierce determination.
At the reception desk, he spotted a young boy he had spoken to earlier.
In a calm yet firm voice, Anurag Sir said—
> "This is very urgent. I need to see the hotel's CCTV footage. Specifically, the corridor and staircase area near Room 312 from yesterday evening until night."
The boy looked frightened—
> "Sir, that requires the manager's permission…"
Anurag Sir spoke slowly but with quiet authority—
> "I will get the permission. But keep this in mind—one of our schoolgirls has been harassed. If we don't find proof, your hotel will also be held responsible. Now tell me—where is the manager?"
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**■ 12:40 p.m. – Manager's Office**
The manager sat behind his desk wearing glasses, a cup of coffee in front of him.
Anurag Sir knocked politely, asked for permission, and entered.
He calmly and clearly explained everything—about Sneha, the threats, and his suspicions.
The manager paused for a moment, then became serious—
> "We do have CCTV recordings, but there's one issue… we don't record every single camera feed—only the main areas."
> "Still, come with me. Let's check if we can find anything from the corridor footage around that time."
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**■ 12:50 p.m. – Security Room**
A small room with four screens displaying divided feeds of different times. A staff member was searching through timestamps one by one.
Anurag Sir kept checking his watch and instructed—
> "Look around 8 p.m. to 9 p.m.—focus on that timeframe. He had gone to eat during that period. Check if anyone entered Room 312."
At 8:26:05 p.m. the previous night—the video suddenly showed
a girl walking slowly down the corridor.
Anurag Sir's gaze froze.
The staff zoomed in.
The face was clear—Megha.
Sneha's roommate.
She stood quietly in front of Room 312, then slowly entered, holding a small bag.
Anurag Sir closed his eyes.
"So that's what happened," he muttered to himself.
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**■ 1:15 p.m. – Hotel 'Himalaya Bliss', Jaigaon**
**Room 203**
Sneha had returned to the hotel and rested a little, but those hateful memories were still swirling in her mind.
In a tired voice, she said—
"I'll freshen up a bit…"
She took her clothes and towel and walked toward the bathroom. She stepped inside and locked the door.
The moment the door closed—
Riya suddenly stood up.
"Now is the time."
Baishali whispered—
"Hurry—she might come out soon."
Sneha had no idea.
She had no clue what terrible plan the other three had made against her.
Riya said softly—
"It's time. Bring the stool."
Baishali and Megha quickly became alert. They brought a stool and placed it under the window—right behind the bathroom.
Riya winked—
"Baishali, give me the phone. It's time."
Baishali quickly handed over the phone. Riya passed it to Megha—
"You're taller—you'll hold it. The window is right there."
They positioned Megha on the stool. Phone in her hand.
She steadied herself and turned on the camera.
The window—small and narrow, positioned exactly behind the bathroom—was just enough to peek through.
Through that gap, Megha's eyes fell on Sneha—
who was slowly removing her clothes, unaware of anything.
Unknowingly, in her private moment, she was undressing step by step. She had no idea someone outside had become a witness to this intimate instant.
The shower began to run. Water cascaded over Sneha's body.
In the mixture of light, water, and steam, her form appeared even more vivid through the narrow gap.
In that first glimpse, Megha froze.
Sneha's bare body, wet hair, and glistening skin under the water—it made Megha's own breath quicken involuntarily.
The full weight of her breasts, the tender softness of her young body shining in the wet light—it was so strikingly vivid that Megha whispered without realizing—
"If boys saw this… they'd go completely mad."
A strange light flickered in her eyes—jealousy mixed with the thrill of something forbidden.
At that moment, Riya whispered from beside her—
"Make sure you capture it clearly. Her face has to be visible."
Megha pushed the phone forward slightly, trying to focus the camera so her face would be as clear as possible.
Her finger stayed pressed on the record button. Not even for a second did she pause.
In Riya's eyes burned a different kind of fire—jealousy, revenge, and arrogant triumph. A faint, cruel smile played at the corner of her lips.
"You were so eager, weren't you? To seduce boys… to seduce my favorite Sir! Fine, Sneha—now the whole world will see you. Go ahead… seduce everyone now…"
She knew exactly where this video would go. Whose hands it would fall into.
And how completely it would shatter Sneha.
But she didn't stop. Not even a tremor of hesitation.
There was no sympathy left in her—only revenge.
And Megha? In Megha's eyes was a dazed intoxication—not guilt, but the strange thrill of being part of something forbidden.
Through the window, Sneha continued bathing under the shower, foam and water sliding over her.
Amid the sound of running water, she had no idea her most private moment was being stolen bit by bit.
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When Sneha began preparing to put her clothes back on, Megha quickly stepped down.
Riya:
"Did you get it clearly?"
Megha:
"Yes—but she'll come out any second now."
Riya and Baishali hurriedly moved the stool away.
But at that exact moment—
The room door opened, and Anurag Sir stepped inside.
After seeing the CCTV footage, he had realized it was no longer safe to leave Sneha alone with her roommates.
That's why he had come straight to her room.
The moment they saw Anurag Sir, Megha quickly hid the phone behind her back.
Riya and Baishali exchanged panicked glances, unsure what to do.
Sir walked toward them.
His face had turned hard.
Anurag Sir (sternly):
"Megha, what are you hiding behind your back?"
Megha, feigning innocence—
"N-nothing, Sir…"
Anurag Sir (in a firm voice):
"Bring whatever you're hiding in front of me."
As soon as Megha brought the phone forward, Sir's brows furrowed.
Anurag Sir:
"Give me the phone."
Megha:
"No, Sir… I mean… it's private…"
Anurag Sir suddenly spoke in a sharp tone—
"Private? What's so private about it? Where is Sneha?"
Baishali replied in a trembling voice—
"She's taking a bath, Sir."
Sir felt certain they had done something wrong again.
He said—
"Hand over the phone."
Riya signaled desperately to Megha—"No, no."
This only made Sir angrier.
To be continued....