Whisper in the dark

Chapter 5

The Crescent Heights Hotel glittered under the night sky, its grandeur amplified by the twinkling city lights. The annual charity gala, hosted by the hotel’s owner, Raghav Malhotra, was a highlight of the social calendar. Guests in exquisite evening wear mingled in the opulent ballroom, which was adorned with lush floral arrangements and shimmering chandeliers.

Ananya Sharma arrived at the hotel just before the event began. Her black gown, though understated, fit perfectly with the elegant atmosphere. Her goal tonight was clear: to dig deeper into the hotel's enigmatic past under the guise of a guest. She had prepared meticulously for this opportunity and was determined to uncover any information that could explain the circumstances surrounding her fiancé Raj's death.

Navigating through the crowd, Ananya observed the hotel's impressive decor and the refined guests who filled the space. She noticed Raghav Malhotra across the room, surrounded by a group of influential figures. His presence was magnetic, drawing attention from all corners of the ballroom. He was impeccably dressed in a sleek tuxedo, his dark hair neatly styled, and his confident smile exuded charisma.

Ananya approached a cluster of guests who were discussing the evening’s events. She joined the conversation casually, hoping to blend in and gather information.

“Did you hear about Raghav’s latest business venture?” one guest asked, sipping from a flute of champagne.

“No, but I’ve heard he’s been quite busy expanding the hotel’s empire,” another replied.

Ananya seized the opportunity to engage. “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but overhear. What’s this new venture about?”

A well-dressed woman with a glossy, red dress and a hint of intrigue in her voice responded, “Raghav’s been working on a luxury resort overseas. It’s supposed to be even more exclusive than this place.”

“That sounds fascinating,” Ananya said, her tone polite but her mind focused on her mission. “It seems like he’s really taking the hotel’s reputation to new heights.”

“Indeed,” the woman agreed, “but you know, there’s always talk about the hotel’s history. Some guests say it’s haunted.”

Ananya’s ears perked up. “Haunted?”

The woman chuckled softly. “Oh, it’s just gossip. But people do talk about the hotel’s past—how it was built on the ruins of an old asylum. The stories are all part of the charm, or so they say.”

Ananya nodded, maintaining a casual demeanor while her mind raced with the implications of this conversation.

As she continued to mingle, Ananya spotted Raghav making his way towards the stage to address the crowd. She watched him deliver a speech with grace and eloquence, thanking everyone for their support and highlighting the charitable causes the evening was benefiting. His commanding presence and polished delivery were impressive, but Ananya remained focused on her investigation.

After the speech, she saw Raghav interacting with a group of guests near the bar. The conversation was lively, with guests expressing their admiration for his achievements. Ananya approached the bar and found herself standing next to Raghav.

“Quite the speech,” Ananya remarked casually, turning to face him. “You certainly know how to captivate an audience.”

Raghav smiled, his eyes meeting hers with a hint of curiosity. “Thank you. I do my best. I haven’t seen you around before. Are you a new guest?”

“Just here for the evening,” Ananya replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “I’ve heard a lot about this hotel. It’s quite impressive.”

“Well, we strive to maintain a high standard,” Raghav said. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself.”

“It’s been an interesting evening,” Ananya responded. “Though I must admit, I’m quite intrigued by the hotel’s history.”

Raghav’s expression shifted slightly, a flicker of caution crossing his face. “History is a double-edged sword. Some of it is better left in the past.”

Before Ananya could respond, a waiter approached with a tray of hors d'oeuvres. Raghav took a small appetizer and offered one to Ananya. “Try this. It’s a new recipe we’re considering for our menu.”

“Thank you,” Ananya said, taking the bite-sized delicacy. She smiled, trying to maintain the friendly conversation. “It’s delicious.”

As the evening progressed, Ananya kept her ears open for any more snippets of information. She overheard another conversation between a group of Raghav’s associates.

“I heard there were some issues with the hotel’s old staff,” one man said, leaning in closely. “Strange things happened in the past, but Raghav’s done a good job keeping those stories under wraps.”

“Stories or not, it’s in the past,” a woman replied. “What matters now is how we move forward. We can’t let old rumors affect our current operations.”

Ananya’s interest was piqued again. She could sense that there were more layers to the story, and the ongoing efforts to keep certain aspects hidden only fueled her determination.

After the gala, as guests started to leave and the ballroom was gradually emptying, Ananya took the opportunity to quietly explore the hotel’s corridors. Her goal was to find any old records or hidden areas that might provide more insight into the hotel's history.

The hotel’s grand lobby, now quieter, seemed to hold an air of secrets. Ananya’s search led her to a part of the hotel where she had noticed a storage room earlier in the evening. The door was slightly ajar, and she cautiously peered inside. The room was filled with dusty boxes and old furniture, but she hoped it might contain some useful information.

As she carefully stepped inside, her phone buzzed with a new message. It was from an unknown number and read: “I know what you’re looking for. Meet me tomorrow at noon in the hotel’s old storage room. I have information about the asylum and the hotel’s past.”

Ananya’s heart raced as she read the message. The promise of new information was both thrilling and unsettling. She knew she had to be cautious but couldn’t pass up the chance to potentially uncover crucial details about the hotel’s past.

As Ananya prepared to leave the storage room, she glanced back at the old furniture and boxes. Among the clutter, she noticed a large, old-fashioned bookcase that seemed out of place. Something about it caught her eye, and she wondered if it might hold more secrets waiting to be discovered.

With the promise of a meeting and the potential discovery of hidden information, Ananya felt a renewed sense of purpose. She was determined to unravel the mystery of the Crescent Heights Hotel and find answers to the questions that had haunted her since Raj's tragic death.