The monsoon rain lashed Neon Nights in Gachibowli, its neon glow fading as the aftermath of Rahul Sharma's ruined birthday bash settled like ash. In the private room, Meera Reddy sat trembling on the velvet couch, her body aching from the triple-dose aphrodisiac's lingering fire. Robin Seth stood over Rahul's unconscious form, blood pooling from the brutal strike that had rendered him impotent—a fitting punishment for his predatory assault. Meera's desperate cry had drawn Robin back, his Don Robin fire erupting to save her, but his Kalaripayattu breathing breakthrough had unleashed a primal storm, leading to an unintended intimate encounter that now bound them in shame.
Meera's eyes, red with tears, burned into Robin. "You used me!" she hissed, her voice a raw mix of fury and pain. "You're no hero—you're a predator, just like Rahul!" Her accusation cut deep, her lost virginity and betrayal of her sister Priya and fiancé, Naga's Son, a crushing weight.
Robin's jaw clenched, guilt clawing at his chest. "Meera, it wasn't planned," he said, voice low, strained. "The breakthrough… the drug… it overwhelmed us both." His words felt hollow, but the truth of his uncontrollable surge burned true. "I never meant to hurt you."
"Hurt me?" Meera spat, standing shakily, her hands balled into fists. "You've destroyed me! Priya can't know—nor my fiancé! Swear you'll keep this secret, or I'll ruin you!" Her voice cracked, desperation lacing her threat, her fear of losing Priya's love sharper than any blade.
Robin's gaze was steel, his honor fractured. "I swear," he said, voice heavy. "This stays between us." He stepped closer, his tone softening. "But don't let this break you, Meera. You're stronger than this."
"Stronger?" Meera laughed bitterly, tears streaming. "I'll drive you out of our lives, Robin. You don't belong with Priya—or me." Her words dripped with venom, but her trembling hands betrayed her conflicted pain. "The Sharma family won't let this slide either. They're connected, Robin. You'll pay."
Robin's eyes narrowed, unfazed. "Let them try," he growled. "I've faced worse than their underworld cronies." He offered his arm. "Come on. I'm taking you home." Meera hesitated, then accepted, her steps unsteady as they left the shattered room, the rain masking their silence.
At Reddy's , Robin surveyed the dim, dilapidated interior, its faded grandeur a stark contrast to Aisha Seth's thriving Fernande's across the street. Priya Reddy swept in, her smile flirtatious, her eyes gleaming with ambition. "This place is a dump, Robin," she teased, brushing his arm. "But you're the man to make it shine. Crush Aisha's empire—show her what Don Robin can do."
Robin's lips twitched, Priya's warmth a fleeting balm against his guilt over Meera. "Regal's a Start , but I'll build it," he said, voice low, determined. "Aisha won't see me coming." Priya leaned closer, her voice a sultry whisper. "That's my man. Burn her world down." Her fingers lingered on his, oblivious to the secret tearing him apart.
Across the street, Aisha and Vikram Malhotra stepped into the villa, their eyes catching Robin and Priya through the glass. Aisha's face twisted with disdain. "Look at him," she sneered, Vikram's lies fueling her fire. "A freeloader leeching off Priya's wealth. He's no father to Tara."
Vikram smirked, his ego bruised but scheming. "He's a nobody, Aisha," he said, voice oily. "Let me deal with him. I'll make sure he stays away from Tara—and Priya." Aisha's eyes flashed. "Do it. I want him crushed, Vikram. Horizon will bury him."
Robin caught their stares, his Don Robin aura flaring. "They're watching," he muttered to Priya. She laughed, sharp and defiant. "Let them stare. You'll own this city soon." Her confidence stoked his resolve, but Meera's accusation and the Sharma family's looming threat gnawed at him.
Back at Lakeside Villas, Meera, now home, sat in silence, her plot to drive Robin out intensifying despite her conflicted heart. The Sharma family's underworld ties whispered of retaliation, a new threat rising. Robin, his guilt a heavy shadow, steeled himself for the war ahead, his grandmaster power a beacon in the storm.