Rehan's blurred vision struggled to keep up as he stumbled after the vanishing figure of Kiaan. Panic surged through him — but before he could close the distance, a powerful grip clamped around his arm. Vihan Roy's cold, dark eyes locked onto him, a cruel smile playing on his lips."Going somewhere, little agent?" Vihan's voice was low, almost a purr, dripping with menace.
Rehan twisted and fought, the fog in his mind making everything sluggish, his strength waning with every failed attempt. "Let me go… Kiaan's in trouble!" he gasped, desperation thick in his voice.Vihan tightened his hold effortlessly, holding Rehan against his broad chest. "Relax, you'll enjoy the night," he said mockingly, his hands firm but almost leisurely as if playing with prey.
Behind him, Kiaan was too far gone to even sense the storm brewing around Rehan — the bitter sting of betrayal unfolding in silence. Vihan's grip tightened as Rehan's struggles grew more frantic, but the overwhelming fatigue from the drink clouded his resistance."Stop this! Kiaan needs me!" Rehan croaked, but his voice faltered as the weight of the moment pressed down on him.Vihan chuckled darkly, almost relishing Rehan's fight. "You think you matter? You think you can save anyone?"With a firm but controlled motion, Vihan lifted Rehan off the ground, carrying him towards the shadowed depths of the VIP room — where power, danger, and hidden threats awaited in the quiet, ominous air.The corridor behind them swallowed their footsteps, and Rehan's eyes fluttered, helpless against the creeping darkness — but somewhere deep inside, a spark of defiance refused to die.