The monsoon rain lashed Neon Nights in Gachibowli, its pulsing lights a facade for the venom within. Rahul Sharma's exclusive birthday bash thrummed with high-society swagger, the private club thick with the scent of whiskey and malice. Meera Reddy, her eyes clouded by Rahul's spiked drink, swayed near him, unaware of the aphrodisiac lacing her glass. Robin Seth, present only to honor his promise to Priya Reddy to watch over Meera, scanned the room, his smartwatch pinging a steady pulse. His Don Robin instincts, honed to a blade's edge, caught the faint chemical tang in Meera's drink. Without hesitation, he snatched the glass and splashed it in Rahul's face, the liquid dripping like accusation.
"You spiked it," Robin growled, voice low, lethal. "Planning to prey on her, Rahul?"
Rahul's eyes widened, his charm cracking. "Nonsense!" he spat, wiping his face. "You're a nobody stirring trouble!" Meera's affluent friends—Zeeshan Ali, Shalini Yadav, Vikrant Joshi, and Neha Kapoor—rallied around Rahul, their laughter sharp. "A low-class thug," Neha sneered, her sharp tongue cutting. "Leeching off Priya's wealth, now ruining Rahul's party?" The crowd's jeers echoed, branding Robin a troublemaker.
Meera, humiliated and defiant, refused to heed Robin's warning. "You're embarrassing me!" she snapped, snatching another glass from Rahul. She drank deeply, the aphrodisiac slipping into her system, her judgment fraying. "I don't need your protection!" Robin's jaw tightened, his warning ignored, the room's hostility a rising tide.
Zeeshan mocked Robin's modest demeanor. "Look at him—Priya's charity case," he taunted, Shalini and Vikrant piling on. "Go back to your kitchen, stay-at-home dad," Shalini laughed. Rahul, his predatory grin returning, leaned closer to Meera, sensing his plan unfolding. "Let's send this loser away," he whispered to his friends, plotting to isolate Meera as the drug took hold.
Robin's frustration surged, Meera's defiance and the group's scorn testing his restraint. "I'm here for Priya's promise," he said, voice cold. "But if you're safe, Meera, I'm gone." Meera, her cheeks flushed from the drug, waved him off. "Go! I'm fine with my friends!" she slurred, Rahul's arm snaking around her.
As Robin turned to leave, Neha Kapoor followed, her eyes glinting with menace. "I'm tied to Vikram Rao," she hissed, revealing her Rao Gang connection. "Stay away from Meera and Priya, or I'll have you erased from their lives." Her threat, sharp as a dagger, aimed to protect Meera but served Vikram Rao's interests.
Robin's gaze was ice, unfazed. "Tell Vikram Rao to try," he said, his Don Robin fire smoldering. His focus remained on his mission—taking over Regal Club to crush Aisha Seth's Horizon Enterprises. Neha's words were a distraction, not a deterrent.
At Charminar Villa, Vikram Rao met with Anil, the Rao Gang's leader laser-focused on Robin's prowess. "Don Robin's High level power crushed Trigger," Vikram Rao said, voice low. "Anil, win him over—offer resources, Neha, anything. We need him against Rocky Bhai's wrath." Anil nodded, his scarred face set. "Neha's already moving, but her stunt at Neon Nights might backfire," he warned, unaware of her threat to Robin.
Across town, in Gachibowli's high-end villa, Ranjeet Varma and Meera Varma pored over east dock reports. "Robin's Grandmaster level, maybe Supreme," Ranjeet said, voice raspy with awe. "His honor shines through his underworld past. He's our answer to Rocky Bhai." Meera Varma's skepticism lingered. "A grandmaster tied to the Rao Gang? Risky, Grandfather," she said. "But I'll meet him. If he's noble, he's our edge." Ranjeet's eyes gleamed. "Set it up. He's a storm we need."
At Lakeside Villas, Aisha Seth, still swayed by Vikram Malhotra's lies, vowed to block Robin from Tara. "He's a threat," she told Anna Fernandes, her voice iron. "Horizon will bury him." Vikram Malhotra, spurned by Aisha, texted Priya Reddy, his flirtations ignored. "You're wasting time with Robin," he messaged. Priya scoffed, replying, "Crawl away, Vikram. Robin's untouchable."
Back at Neon Nights, Meera's laughter grew erratic, the aphrodisiac clouding her senses. Rahul's grin widened, his plan nearing fruition. Robin, stepping into the rain, felt the weight of Meera's danger but held firm to his path.