**Hyatt Hotel Room, Morning**
Rohit stepped out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped low around his waist, droplets of water still tracing down his chest and lean stomach.
He sat on the edge of the bed and began changing the bandage on his injured arm.
The wall clock showed 9:30. Another morning wasted.
A sour taste sat heavy on his tongue... not from hunger, but from the lie he had told Aisha earlier.
He had deleted her entire stream profile after she accidentally called him "Rohit" and their relation as 'cousin' on camera.
When she asked why this morning, he spun a convenient story to stay in control. But the way she broke down afterward, revealing her fears and painful past… it had stung more than he expected.
He clicked his tongue, muttering under his breath, "At the end of the day, results are what matter. It wasn't completely a lie anyway."
He was in the middle of pulling on his underwear when the doorbell rang.
Rohit quickly adjusted the towel and opened the door.
