Vihan's grip was iron as he carried Rehan into the dimly lit VIP room. The heavy door clicked shut behind them, sealing Rehan's fate in a cage of shadow and fear. Rehan's body was limp, swaying weakly in Vihan's arms before he was gently but firmly dropped onto the plush bed. The thick mattress barely muffled his fall as he stirred, eyes fluttering open and closed like a fragile flame in a storm.Rehan's gaze was hazy, struggling to focus on the dim outline of the room. His lips parted, mumbling incoherent words — dreams and reality blurring into one nightmare. He barely registered the figure of one of Vihan's men stepping inside, placing a small, crinkled packet on the sleek wooden table near the bed, then leaving without a sound. The sterile white wrapper of the condom caught the faint light like a sinister warning.Rehan's tired eyes flicked toward the packet, a confused frown creasing his delicate features. Is this real? Am I dreaming? he thought, his mind slipping further into the haze as he mumbled again, incoherent and desperate.Vihan leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms and watching with a cold, calculating gaze. A slow smirk curved his lips as he studied Rehan's helpless, almost innocent demeanor. "Not too bad looking," Vihan murmured with a low chuckle, the darkness in his voice contrasting sharply with the soft, vulnerable appearance of the man on the bed. His tone was almost amused — a predator admiring his prey.Rehan rolled over on the bed, weakly struggling to escape the invisible chains of intoxication and fear. His movements were sluggish, but the flicker of resistance was there — a small, desperate fight that sparked beneath the surface.
"Let me go," Rehan whispered hoarsely, eyes darting around the room, pleading for a miracle that wouldn't come.Vihan's smile deepened. "You're mine now, little secret agent," he said smoothly, stepping closer, his shadow falling over Rehan like a suffocating shroud. "And you'll learn to enjoy it."