The evening breeze danced through the palm trees outside the hotel courtyard. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink—but none of that mattered to Naina.
She was fuming.
Stomping past the pool deck, her heels clacked on the stone tiles like warning shots. Romy spotted her from the lounge area, lazily sipping on a mocktail with a tiny umbrella in it. He raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Lost something, Sherlock?" he asked, walking over with a teasing grin.
Naina didn't even blink. "Yeah. My boyfriend."
"Ohhh," Romy said, dragging out the sound with exaggerated interest. "How very tragic. Did he wander off on a leash or just follow the scent of cheap perfume?"
"Not funny, Romy," she snapped, folding her arms. "I'm serious. Harsh isn't picking up my calls. I've looked everywhere."
Romy tilted his head. "Well, did you try asking the hotel staff?"
Naina hesitated.
"No," she admitted. "I was too busy hunting him down myself."
"Allow me." Romy pulled out his phone and walked up to a bellboy who was rolling a trolley of fresh towels nearby. He flashed a dazzling smile. "Hey, buddy! Mind helping us out?"
The staff member straightened. "Yes sir, how can I help?"
Romy pulled out a photo of Harsh from her phone gallery. "Have you seen this guy around? "
The bellboy looked at the photo, then glanced nervously at Naina, who stood fuming beside Romy.
After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Actually, yes… I saw him go into Room 114... with someone."
Naina's nostrils flared. "WITH SOMEONE?!"
Romy, ever the dramatist, gasped and whispered, "Scandalous."
Naina's voice was sharp. "I swear, if that idiot—"
"Hold your horses, Sherlock," Romy interrupted, patting her back like a therapist. "Let's confirm before you break bones.
Before she could question him further, the two stormed off toward the guest room wing.
Unbeknownst to Naina, behind them, Monty casually approached the same bellboy and slipped a folded note into his hand. "Good job," Monty whispered.
The staff nodded. "Romy sir told me to say that line exactly."
Monty sighed. "If this plan backfires, I swear I'm blaming his movie addiction."
Back in the hallway, Romy and Naina stood before the infamous Room 114.
Romy dangled the keycard. "Last chance. You sure you want to do this?"
"Open the door," Naina growled.
But just as Romy inserted the card, a muffled sound floated through the door.
Moaning.
Soft at first, then unmistakably louder.
Naina's eyes widened. "What the—?"
Romy, for once, was speechless. "Oh… wow."
Naina didn't wait.
She pushed the door open and stormed inside like a thundercloud in heels.
And there they were—Harsh and Emma—in the middle of what could only be described as an Olympic-level cuddle session.
Blankets. Tangled legs. Disheveled hair. One sock flying off the edge of the bed like it had witnessed trauma.
Emma let out a scream. Harsh froze mid-panic.
"NAINA?!"
"You son of a—!" Naina lunged.
Harsh barely had time to pull the blanket up to his chest before she launched her sandal like a missile.
"I CAN EXPLAIN!" Harsh shouted, ducking.
"Ohhh please," Naina snapped. "What? Was she giving you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?!"
Meanwhile, Romy… stood at the door, casually recording everything with his phone.
"This is gold," he whispered to himself. "Reality show level drama."
Naina turned mid-rant and pointed at him. "ROMY! STOP RECORDING!"
He grinned. "Too late. The internet needs this."
Back in the bed, Harsh was now hiding behind a pillow while Naina attacked him with verbal punches.
"You ditched me for this Barbie doll?"
Emma peeked out from under the blanket. "Excuse me?!"
Naina turned to her. "You stay out of this! I'll deal with you later!"
Harsh tried to escape but tripped over the sheet, falling flat on the floor.
"Oh my god," Romy muttered between laughs. "This is better than Netflix."
Just then, Monty peeked into the room.
"What's going on—Oh WOW!"