The mist-shrouded paths of the Hunters' Cemetery lingered in Robin Seth's mind as he parted ways with Ranjeet Varma, the weight of the Hunters' Order a secret fire against his chest. Hyderabad's night enveloped them, the distant hum of Banjara Hills traffic a faint underscore to the graves' silence. Meera Varma—sharp-featured, her warrior's poise unyielding—glared at Robin, her displeasure etched like storm clouds.
"Grandfather, why lavish such favor on this outsider?" Meera demanded, her voice cutting through the chill. "He's no Hunter—barely knows our code!"
Ranjeet's eyes flashed with rebuke, his frail hand gripping her arm. "Mind your tongue, Meera. Rudeness shames our bloodline. Robin's worth surpasses your judgment." He softened slightly. "We continue this tomorrow—at dawn, in the old fort. Rest now."
Meera bowed stiffly, seething, but obeyed. As Robin turned to leave, Ranjeet's voice followed, laced with playful mischief. "And Meera... perhaps a match with our new deputy? Strong blood breeds stronger legacies."
Meera's face flushed crimson. "Never! My partner must be the world's strongest—no less!" She shot Robin a venomous glance. "He's unworthy—don't entertain romantic notions, Robin Seth. You're beneath me."
Robin's expression remained indifferent, his focus on the Northern Command's looming responsibilities. "Romance is the last thing on my mind," he replied coolly, striding into the night. Unifying Hyderabad's underworld awaited; Meera's barbs were dust.
At Hyderabad First Hospital, chaos erupted in the ICU. Rahul Sharma—once a scheming heir who invited Meera Reddy (Priya's sister) to his birthday bash at Neon Nights with intent to exploit and humiliate her—lay pale on the operating table, surgeons battling to save him after Robin's merciless strike at the docks severed his manhood. "He'll live," the lead doctor announced grimly to Anand Sharma, the Apex Business Chamber's iron-fisted chairman. "But... permanent impotence. No recovery."
Anand Sharma's face twisted in devastation, his empire's heir reduced to a broken shell. "My son... castrated?" Rage boiled as Rahul, eyes wild with hatred, rasped from his bed, "Father... kill Robin Seth! Kill him, his mother, his daughter—wipe his lineage!"
"I swear it," Anand Sharma vowed, voice thunderous. "I'll end Robin Seth's bloodline with my own hands."
Learning Robin was Aisha Seth's ex-husband fueled the fire. Anand Sharma mobilized the Apex Business Chamber, sacrificing decades of wealth. "Every resource—bounties, assassins, alliances. Bloody revenge!"
His plan crystallized: kidnap Tara from the Seth family's Lakeside Villas, mutilate her as retribution.
Karan Walla, A-level expert and chamber vice president, arrived with dozens of elite enforcers—shadowy figures in black tactical gear. Bribes silenced law enforcement; police turned blind eyes.
The lakeside villa's gates shattered under assault. Security overwhelmed, screams echoing as Sharma forces stormed in. "Surrender Robin Seth—or we massacre everyone!" Vikram Rao bellowed, his blade gleaming. "The girl comes with us!"
Tara, asleep in her room, stirred at the chaos. Aisha Seth, alerted, barricaded with guards, heart pounding. "Robin... where are you?"
In the cemetery's edge, an old gravedigger murmured ominously to the shadows, "The Hunters' new leader stirs turmoil... blood will flow." The Sharma assault escalated, endangering Tara, drawing Robin into a brutal confrontation—his Kalaripayattu fury unleashed.