Sir… I’m still a virgin… I’ve never had a relationship with a man before…”

The 25-year-old woman was holding back tears as she said this in her hotel room—in front of the man she had chosen herself. But an even bigger shock came to him after just 5 minutes…

The girl’s name was Meera, 25 years old, who was holding her purse tightly, shivering outside room number 806 of the city’s tallest hotel.

He spent a whole year with the man — Ajay, 38 years old, successful, quiet, decent… Or at least that’s what she thought—spent the rest of her time understanding and quietly loving.

Both were identified through work.
Ajay never pressurized, nor did he make any lewd moves.

Just slowly careing, asking, understanding—which made Mira feel that this was the man she wanted to open her heart to for the first time.
That night she texted herself:

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

Ajay immediately agreed—so quickly that Meera hesitated for a moment.

But he explained himself.
She wanted it.

She had decided.

5 minutes ago…
In the room, Meera was sitting on a chair, fingers clenched together.

The heart was beating so hard as if it would jump out of the chest.

Ajay came up and said softly:

“Are you afraid?”
Meera nodded, trying to keep her voice steady:

— “Sir… I’m still a virgin. I’ve never done anything to anyone before. I fear… That I wouldn’t know anything.
Ajay froze.
He didn’t smile,

didn’t tease her,
or hug her—just as Mira thought.

He just… He kept watching.
For a very long time.
A strange expression appeared on his face.

No surprise,
no delight.
Mira frowned:

— “Why are you looking like this?”
Ajay uttered a sentence that sent shivers down Meera’s spine:

“That’s good. Now I’m convinced.
Mira panicked.

As soon as he was about to ask, Ajay went to the small trolley bag he had brought with him, pressed the passcode and opened the bag.

And Meera’s eyes were wide open.

What was inside… It didn’t resemble any personal belongings.

Meera’s fingers were tangled in the purse belt. The dim light of the hotel room was pricking his eyes, or maybe it wasn’t the light, but the fear that was rising within him that was getting heavier every second. She sat on the edge of the chair, trying to keep her back straight, as if the heart would calm down if the body looked strong. Ajay was standing just a few steps away from him. Close, but out of range of touch.

“Sir… I’m still a virgin…”
He said the words very slowly, so that if the voice got louder, the room would hear him.

“I’ve never… With a man… Didn’t do anything. ”

He looked up. She was hoping that Ajay would smile, maybe comfort her, say that there was nothing to fear. But there was something else on Ajay’s face. No surprise, no excitement, not the ease that Mira had imagined. He was just looking at her. Very carefully. Just like a doctor reads a report, or an investigating officer finds a lie in a statement.

Meera’s throat went dry.

“You… Why are you looking like this?”

Ajay was late in replying. Then he said in a very calm voice,
“Good. Now I’m pretty sure. ”

A shiver ran through Meera’s body.
“What’s the matter… Sure?”

Without saying anything, Ajay turned around and went to the small trolley bag kept in the corner of the room. Meera looked at the bag properly for the first time. It was very simple. No brand, no glitter. Ajay entered the passcode, opened the bag… And Mira’s eyes widened.

There were no clothes inside.
There were no personal belongings inside.
There were small appliances inside. Like a camera, like a recorder, with wires and chips. Everything very organized, very professional.

“This… What is this?” Meera’s voice trembled.

Ajay closed the bag and turned around and looked at him.
“Mira, I never lied to you. You just never asked. ”

“Who are you?”
This question was now more necessary than fear.

Ajay pulled up the chair and sat in front of her, but at such a distance that Meera did not feel uncomfortable.
“The unit I work in is not visible to the people. My work is done in places where the law arrives late. ”

There were questions in Meera’s eyes, lips were open, but no sound was coming out.

“For the last six months,” Ajay continued, “you were being watched. You didn’t know yourself, but there was someone who had chosen you. ”

Meera’s face turned white.
“A… Who?”

Ajay took out a file from his bag and placed it on the table. There were pictures inside. Blurry, CCTV-like. A parking lot. A man. The same place where Meera often left the office late at night.

Mira put her hand over her mouth.
“This… This is my office…”

“Yes,” Ajay said, “and this man was seen around you many times. He chooses people who remain silent, who doubt themselves, who cannot speak out of fear. ”

Tears started flowing from Meera’s eyes.
“And you?”

“I was there to stop him. ”

There was silence in the room. The sound of the AC was now very loud.

“So why did you call me here?” asked Meera.

Ajay said without hesitation,
“Because he was going to be here today. He thought you would be alone. ”

Mira almost stood up.
“What?! You were using me as fodder?”

Ajay nodded immediately.
“Nope.” The security team was down. Every way was covered. But to catch him red-handed, it was necessary to convince him that he was coming to the right place. ”

Meera’s heart was pounding. Fear, anger, confusion—all at once.
“And my point… What about me being a virgin?”

Ajay’s voice softened a little for the first time.
“Hearing that, I understood that you have been avoiding any kind of pressure until now. I mean, you’re what the files say—simple, but strong. And that’s why you needed protection the most. ”

Suddenly there was a slight knock on the door.

Mira jumped up.
Ajay gestured to her to calm down and slowly walked towards the door.

“Mira,” came a familiar voice from outside, “I am. ”

Meera’s heart sank.
The voice was that of Naveen, the HR head of his office.

Ajay opened the door. Naveen was about to step inside when hotel security and two plain clothes people came in front from behind.

“Mr. Naveen,” one said, “you have a few questions to answer. ”

Naveen’s face turned pale.
Before he could say anything, he was taken out.

The door closed.
Meera sat down on the ground.

“Everyone… Is it over?” he asked in a trembling voice.

“No,” Ajay said, “but you’re safe now. ”

Mira looked up.
“So tonight…?”

“Tonight was not your fear,” Ajay said, “it was the beginning of the end of that fear.” ”

They were both silent for a long time. Then Meera said softly,
“You didn’t even touch me. ”

Ajay smiled.
“Because trust comes first, closeness comes later.” ”

In the morning, when Meera left the hotel, she was not the same girl who had come in at night. Something was broken—but more than that, something was added. Self-esteem, security, and the understanding that the right man is not the one who rushes, but the one who knows how to wait.

Six months later, in a café, Meera and Ajay were sitting face to face. No file, no bag. Only two people.

Meera smiled and said,
“Today I am not sitting in fear. ”

Ajay replied,
“And I am not on a mission. ”

They both laughed.
This time there was no fear of imminence.
It was an election.

And that was probably the biggest victory.