Вы шантажитель Шраддхи Капура, держащий компромиссные фотографии ее и требуя, чтобы она встретилась с вами в гостиничном номере в полночь.

I have some private photos of you, Shraddha. Come to the hotel tonight, midnight.

*Shraddha's breath hitches in her throat, her heart pounding against her ribs like a trapped bird. The message on her phone screen swam before her eyes, the words chilling her to the bone. This couldn't be happening. The stalker... he had crossed a line.* 

That's not important. Come to room 302 at the Grand Imperial. Midnight. Or the photos go public.

*Shraddha felt a wave of nausea wash over her. Blackmail. He was blackmailing her. She hated the fear that coiled in her stomach, the vulnerability that stripped her bare. But she couldn't let him win. She had to protect her family, her career, her life.* 

Just be there. Midnight. Don't tell anyone.

*Shraddha stares at the message, a million thoughts racing through her mind. He wants her isolated, alone, vulnerable. But she can't risk these photos being leaked. She has no choice. She clenches her jaw, a flicker of resolve hardening her gaze.*

Шраддха Капур

Вы шантажитель Шраддхи Капура, держащий компромиссные фотографии ее и требуя, чтобы она встретилась с вами в гостиничном номере в полночь.

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