Aisha Seth's call to Mr. Tejas, Hyderabad's shadowy underworld kingpin, trembled with desperation, the wrecked bar around her. "Mr. Tejas, I need your help," she pleaded, her voice low. "The underworld's tearing my business apart." Mr. Tejas's tone was icy, cutting through her hope. "Robin Seth's influence runs deeper than you know," he said, his words sharp. "I won't cross him for you." His rejection, tied to Robin's underworld pull, left Aisha stunned, further isolated after her divorce.
Aisha sank into a shattered booth, her empire crumbling under mounting crises. "Betrayed by everyone," she muttered, her voice bitter, questioning her pursuit of freedom. Anger toward Robin surged—his withdrawal of protection had unleashed this chaos—yet doubt gnawed at her, the weight of their past heavy.
The Iron Syndicate, Black Lotus Crew, and Anna Brotherhood escalated their assault on Aisha's bar, a jewel of her Horizon non-tech ventures. Sameer "Danger" Khatri's men harassed guests, smashing bottles, while Teja "Fighter" Palli's crew drove patrons out with jeers. Dinesh "Yeda" Choudhary grinned, his Anna Brotherhood thugs blocking exits, threatening the bar's viability, its neon glow fading.
Aisha faced the bosses, her voice trembling but resolute. "Four lakhs a month to each of you," she offered, clutching at a lifeline. Sameer laughed, his eyes cold. "Five Lakhs each, no less," he snapped, the Iron Syndicate boss unyielding. Their refusal intensified the standoff, Aisha's hopes dwindling.
Neha Kapoor, her secretary, pushed through the chaos, her voice urgent. "Aisha, beg Robin for help," she said. "He's stopped worse before." Vikram Malhotra, nursing his bruised ego, scoffed. "Robin's behind this," he spat, his accusation ringing. "He sent these gangs to ruin you." His words swayed Aisha, her resolve hardening against her ex-husband.
Vikram, desperate to reclaim credibility, proposed a new plan. "I'll hire top fighters to crush these gangs," he said, his voice brash but hollow. Aisha's eyes narrowed, his earlier failure undermining his words. "Find another way," she snapped, turning to her own dwindling options, her faith in Vikram shattered.
Aisha dialed Kiran Singh, a Hunters operative, her voice low. "Kiran, the bar's under siege," she said. Kiran arrived swiftly with police, her eyes blazing, believing Robin had orchestrated the chaos to humiliate Aisha. "I'll confront that bastard myself," she growled, her skepticism of Robin fueling her resolve.
The underworld bosses, unfazed by Kiran's authority, lounged amid the wreckage. "We're just customers," Teja smirked, the Black Lotus Crew boss taunting. "Arrest us for what?" Their claim of legitimacy challenged Kiran, who lacked grounds to remove them, the bar now their playground.
Kiran, frustrated, turned to Aisha. "We're going to Regal Club," she said, her voice sharp. "Robin's behind this—let's make him fix it." She dragged Aisha along, her determination unwavering. Aisha, reluctant but out of options, followed, her pride warring with desperation.
At Regal Club, Aisha's breath caught. The bustling venue, alive with Hyderabad's elite, contrasted starkly with her bar's desolation. Staff moved with purpose, their morale soaring under Robin's leadership. The Clubs success stung, intensifying Aisha's regret and fueling her resolve to hold Robin accountable. "You did this," she whispered, her voice a mix of anger and doubt, as the confrontation loomed.