The monsoon rain lashed Neon Nights in Gachibowli, its neon glow a garish mask for the depravity lingering in the aftermath of Rahul Sharma's ruined birthday bash. In the private room where Robin Seth had left Rahul crumpled and bleeding, the air crackled with raw tension. Rahul's unconscious form lay sprawled on the velvet floor, his predatory scheme shattered by Robin's brutal retribution—a calculated strike that had severed his lineage. Meera Reddy, slumped on the couch, writhed under the grip of a triple-dose aphrodisiac Rahul had slipped into her drink, its potency far stronger than the earlier dose she'd unknowingly consumed. Her earlier mockery of Robin's warning—calling him a paranoid freeloader—now echoed like a cruel jest, her trust in Rahul a broken shard.
Robin stood over Rahul, his smartwatch pinging, its AI-driven health app tracking a steady pulse despite the chaos within. His Don Robin fire still burned from the fight. Meera's desperate cry from moments ago—"Robin! Help!"—still rang in his ears, a call that had kept him from leaving, bound by his promise to Priya Reddy to protect her sister. With Rahul neutralized and Meera's friends—Zeeshan Ali, Shalini Yadav, Vikrant Joshi—and Neha Kapoor having fled like roaches after his explosive entrance, Robin turned to Meera, her flushed skin and glassy eyes a stark warning of the drug's unrelenting hold.
"You're safe now, Meera," Robin said, kneeling beside her, his voice low, urgent. "Stay with me. Fight it."
Meera's breath hitched, her voice a trembling gasp. "Robin… it's burning… I can't think straight!" Her hands clutched the couch, her body trembling with unnatural heat, the aphrodisiac's fire searing through her veins. "You warned me… I was such a fool," she whispered, tears streaking her face as she gripped his arm. "Why does it hurt so much?"
"Hold on," Robin growled, his tone steady despite the storm within. "Breathe with me, Meera. Slow, deep." He channeled his Kalaripayattu breathing, a rhythmic pulse of energy to suppress the drug's effects, his hands hovering inches above her to stabilize her aura. "Focus on my voice," he urged, his eyes locked on hers. "You're stronger than this poison." But the triple dose's intensity was a beast, clawing at them both, and as Robin pushed his energy deeper, a surge erupted within him—an unexpected breakthrough to a perfect state. His mastery spiked, a torrent of raw power flooding his senses, awakening a primal, uncontrollable desire that mirrored Meera's drug-fueled heat.
Meera's eyes, hazy but burning, locked on his. "Robin… what's happening to me?" she gasped, her voice a mix of fear and need, her hand tightening on his. "It's too much… I can't stop it!" The room spun, the rain's drumbeat fading as their restraint crumbled. "You feel it too, don't you?" she whispered, pulling him closer, her breath hot against his skin. Robin's jaw clenched, his voice strained. "Meera, we can't… we have to fight this." But the aphrodisiac's grip and his breakthrough's raw energy intertwined, a chaotic storm neither could resist. In a fleeting, frenzied moment, they succumbed, their mutual loss of control spiraling into an unintended intimate encounter, the world blurring into a haze of instinct and regret.
Dawn's gray light seeped through the cracked window, casting a cold glow over the private room. Meera awoke, her body aching, her mind reeling as the drug's haze cleared. The stark reality hit—her lost virginity, the betrayal of her sister Priya, and the looming shadow of her fiancé, Naga's Son. She sat up, clutching the couch, her eyes wide with devastation. "You… you used me!" she accused, her voice trembling, tears streaming down her face as she glared at Robin. "You're no better than Rahul, you vile creep!"
Robin, seated on the floor, his back against the wall, felt guilt crash over him like a tidal wave. His Don Robin fire was dimmed, replaced by a storm of self-loathing. "Meera, it wasn't planned," he said, his voice raw, strained. "My breathing technique broke through—unleashed a power I couldn't control. The drug… it overwhelmed us both." His words sounded hollow, implausible even to him, but the truth burned in his chest. He'd betrayed Priya's trust, the one person whose loyalty had anchored him through his war with Aisha and Rocky Bhai.
Meera's face twisted, fury and shame colliding. "A breathing technique? You expect me to swallow that garbage?" she spat, her voice a whip as she stood, pointing at him. "You've ruined me, Robin! My life, my future—gone! Priya can never know, nor my fiancé. Swear it, or I'll scream this to the world!" Her demand was a desperate plea, her fear of losing Priya's love and Naga's Son's trust cutting deeper than the night's chaos.
Robin's jaw tightened, his honor fractured. "I swear," he said, his voice low, heavy with guilt. "This stays between us." The moral complexity gnawed at him—his duty to protect Meera, his loyalty to Priya, and the unintended act that now bound them in secrecy. He rose, his eyes haunted. "I'll keep my word, Meera. But don't let this destroy you."
Meera's voice broke, her anger softening into despair. "Destroy me? It already has," she whispered, turning away, her shoulders shaking. "Just… go." Robin lingered, his instincts urging him to stay, but he stepped out, the weight of his actions a new burden. The east dock's carnage and Rocky Bhai's looming wrath paled against the storm within, but Robin's resolve as a grandmaster held firm, his war far from over.