The monsoon rain battered the villa in Banjara Hills, its glass walls a fragile shield against the storm's fury. Inside, the air was thick with distrust as Aisha Seth faced Robin Seth, her eyes burning with resentment. Tara clung to Robin's side, her stuffed bear clutched tight, a silent testament to the east dock's chaos. Robin's smartwatch pinged, his pulse steady despite the looming threat of Rocky Bhai's Organization seeking vengeance for Trigger's annihilation.
"For Tara's safety, take her," Robin said, voice low, steady. "My world's too unstable now." His fear of retaliation from Rocky Bhai's higher-ups, the shadowy masterminds behind Trigger, forced his hand, though his heart ached to let Tara go.
Aisha's glare sharpened, Vikram Malhotra's lies—claiming he saved Tara—fueling her fury. "You're using her rescue to manipulate custody!" she snapped. "You'll never see her again, Robin. I'll make sure of it." Her resolve to expand Horizon Enterprises hardened, a shield against Robin's shadow.
Tara's eyes welled up. "Daddy saved me!" she cried, her voice piercing. "He fought the bad men!" But Aisha, deaf to her daughter's truth, turned away, Vikram's deceit clouding her mind.
Vikram, lingering by the doorway, smirked, his plan shifting. Aisha's exhaustion had rebuffed his advances, so he eyed Priya Reddy as his next target. "Robin's finished," he muttered, plotting to undermine him through Priya's loyalty. "She's my way in."
At Priya's Villa, Vikram cornered her, his grin oily. "Priya, ditch Robin," he said, voice slick. "He's a sinking ship. Join me, and we'll outshine Aisha." Priya's laugh was sharp, cutting. "Vikram, you're a leech chasing crumbs. Robin's worth ten of you." Her rejection stung, but Vikram's scheming churned on.
Across town, in a high-end villa in Gachibowli, Ranjeet Varma, a frail but revered leader of the waning Hunters, sat with Captain Manoj Singh. The room, lined with ancient weaponry, hummed with tension as they reviewed the east dock carnage. "Trigger's massacre—Blade, Raka, the Boss, all dead," Manoj said, voice grim. "Only an High level Grandmaster, above A level, maybe S- level or SS-level, Supreme grandmaster could do this. Robin Seth's the key."
Meera Varma, Ranjeet Varma's sharp-eyed granddaughter, nodded, her tablet glowing with intel. "Robin was Don Robin, an A-level legend a decade ago," she said, awe creeping in. "Retired when he married Aisha. To hit Grandmaster or Supreme Grandmaster level by thirty? That's unheard of." Her skepticism warred with intrigue at Robin's power.
Ranjeet Varma's eyes gleamed, his voice raspy but firm. "Don Robin's decisiveness, his hatred of evil—it's what the Hunters need. He's our answer to Rocky Bhai's Organization." He paused, frowning. "But his pride… he won't join easily."
Meera leaned forward, skeptical but curious. "He's a wildcard, Grandfather. Underworld ties, a stay-at-home dad facade—can we trust him?"
"We'll meet him," Elder Sharma said, resolute. "He saved Tara, crushed Trigger. That's no ordinary man." Manoj nodded, suspicion lingering. "I'll arrange it, but if he's Don Robin, Rocky Bhai's wrath is coming."
Aisha, her heart torn but her resolve iron. Robin watched, "Keep her safe, Aisha," he said, voice cold. "Or I'll take her back—no mercy." The threat of Rocky Bhai loomed, but Robin's war was just beginning.