Robin Seth, stunned by Ranjeet Varma's mention of his father, Rakesh Seth, followed the Hunters' leader to a secluded corner of Regal Club, his mind racing with questions about his origins. Ranjeet's commanding presence, radiating extraordinary authority, compelled Robin to seek answers, despite the risks of engaging the powerful figure.
Arjun Desai, awed by Ranjeet's uncanny speed and strength, grabbed Robin's arm. "He's dangerous, Robin," he warned, his voice low. But Robin, driven by curiosity about Rakesh Seth's hidden past, shook his head. "I need to know," he said, choosing to trust Ranjeet's cryptic knowledge, his gaze fixed on the Hunters' leader.
At Aisha's Bar, Sameer "Danger" Khatri and the underworld bosses, relieved by Kiran Singh's departure, pressed Aisha Seth harder, their laughter echoing through the wrecked bar. "You're nothing without Robin's shadow," Sameer mocked, the Iron Syndicate leader exploiting her weakened position as the Black Lotus Crew and Anna Brotherhood loomed.
Aisha, defiant, faced the bosses, her voice steady. "Four lakhs a month to each of you," she offered, her eyes blazing. "Refuse, and I'll use Horizon's wealth and Hunters' connections to crush you." Her threat, backed by her empire's remnants, carried a desperate resolve to fight back.
The bosses, wary of Aisha's tenacity and her ties to the Hunters, exchanged glances. Sameer nodded grudgingly. "Four lakhs it is," he said, accepting the deal to avoid a full conflict. The agreement, though sparing immediate war, slashed Bar's profits in half, a bitter victory for Aisha.
Exhausted but unyielding, Aisha vowed to herself, "I'll outshine Regal Club and prove I don't need Robin." Dismissing his warning of her empire's collapse, she steeled her resolve, her independence a fire against the odds, even as her bar's neon lights flickered.
Vikram Malhotra, desperate to regain Aisha's favor, stepped forward. "I'll use Malhotra Enterprises' connections to boost your club," he promised, his voice eager. Aisha's gaze was cold, his cowardice and past failures—slapped by Kiran, retreating from the bosses—alienating her further. "You're useless," she snapped, turning away.
Neha Kapoor rushed in, her face pale. "Nia, of Drizzle Band and Our Bar's lead singer, is leaving," she announced, her voice trembling. The news struck like a blow—Drizzle Band drove a quarter of the bar's revenue, their performances packing the venue nightly.
Nia, previously loyal despite lucrative offers, faced Aisha, her expression unreadable. "I'm done here," she confirmed, her abrupt departure shocking Aisha. A hint of external influence lingered in Nia's words, a shadow of betrayal that cut deep.
Aisha's heart sank, suspecting Robin's hand in Nia's exit. His warning about her crumbling empire echoed, pushing her emotions to the brink.
Authors Notes- Hey readers, You Want to Divorce Me, Fine, But Don't Cry Later. is set in vibrant India, woven with its raw, Real feel. If some words feel unfamiliar, don't fret—they're quite common here and just a quick Google away. I've poured my heart into crafting a world true to India's spirit, from its chaotic streets to its soulful depths, to bring you a story that feels real. Dive in and embrace the journey! — Nikhil T