The monsoon rain battered Neon Nights in Gachibowli, its neon glow a deceptive veil over the malice pulsing within Rahul Sharma's exclusive birthday bash. In a private room, the air was thick with betrayal as Rahul locked the door behind Meera Reddy, her senses dulled by the aphrodisiac he'd slipped into her drink, its chemical bite masked by the tang of lime. Meera, who had scorned Robin Seth's earlier warning about the spiked glass, swayed unsteadily, her trust in Rahul crumbling too late. His grin was predatory, his voice a venomous purr. "No one's here to save you, Meera. You're mine tonight."
Robin, lingering in the club's shadowed corridor, bound by his promise to Priya Reddy to protect her sister, felt a surge of unease. His smartwatch pinged, its AI-driven health app tracking a steady pulse despite the chaos brewing within. He'd been practicing his modernized Kalaripayattu breathing moments earlier, refining his S-level, perhaps SS-level, mastery, when Meera's desperate cry—"Robin! Help!"—sliced through the rain's roar like a blade. His Don Robin fire erupted, a black inferno of rage, and he surged forward, his parkour-honed agility a blur. With a single, explosive kick, the locked door splintered, shards flying like shrapnel, the crash echoing through the club.
Inside, Rahul's laughter choked as Robin stormed in, his presence a thunderstorm. "You filthy dog," Robin snarled, his voice a lethal hiss, eyes blazing with fury. Rahul lunged, a knife glinting in his hand, but Robin's reflexes were lightning. He sidestepped, grabbing Rahul's wrist and twisting it with a sickening crack, the blade clattering to the floor. "You dared touch her?" Robin roared, his vice-like grip closing on Rahul's throat, lifting him off the ground. Rahul's bravado collapsed, his face paling as he gasped, "Let… go… I'm sorry!" Robin's fist struck with surgical precision, a brutal punch to the jaw that sent Rahul staggering, blood trickling from his lip. A swift kick to Rahul's midsection followed, folding him like paper, leaving him crumpled, unconscious, and bleeding on the velvet floor, his predatory scheme shattered.
Meera slumped against the wall, trembling, her breath shallow as the aphrodisiac's grip tightened, her skin flushed with unnatural heat. "Robin… you came," she gasped, her voice a mix of relief and shame, her eyes hazy but grateful. Robin knelt beside her, his instincts torn—protect her, save her, but how? "Stay with me, Meera," he said, his tone urgent yet steady. "Fight it." He channeled his Kalaripayattu breathing, a rhythmic pulse of energy to suppress the drug's effects, his hands hovering over her to stabilize her aura. "You warned me… I didn't listen," Meera whispered, tears streaking her face, barely audible over the rain's drumbeat. Robin's gaze softened for a moment. "You're safe now," he said, his voice firm, his focus lethal as he ensured Rahul's threat was ended.
The air stilled, the weight of Robin's justice heavy as monsoon thunder. He guided Meera to a chair, her hands shaking as she clutched his arm. "I'm sorry… I was wrong about you," she said, her voice cracking, tears mixing with the rain seeping through a cracked window. "Stay put," Robin replied, his tone clipped but not unkind. "You're safe now." The club's hostility lingered, but Rahul's accomplices -Meera's affluent friends—Zeeshan Ali, Shalini Yadav, and Vikrant Joshi—along with Neha Kapoor, had been lingering outside the room, their laughter dying as Robin burst in. Neha, her eyes wide with shock, her voice trembling with false bravado. "You'll pay for this, Robin! The Rao Gang will bury you!" Robin turned, his Don Robin's aura a storm that made her flinch. "Tell Vikram Rao to bring it," he growled, his voice low, unyielding. "I don't run." Neha, Zeeshan, Shalini, and Vikrant, cowed by Robin's presence and the chaos of Rahul's defeat, scattered like roaches, fleeing the room as whispers of Robin's fury spread through the club.
Their absence a stark testament to Robin's dominance. His focus remained unshaken, his mission to take over Regal Club and challenge Aisha Seth's Horizon Enterprises burning bright. The east dock's carnage echoed in his mind, Rocky Bhai's looming wrath fueling his war, but Robin stood ready, a grandmaster forged in fury.