Inside Regal Club's private room, Neelima Menon's gaze flicked to Priya Reddy, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "So possessive over Robin," she purred, her voice light but sharp. "Your chemistry's electric, but don't worry—I'm just a friend." Her words, acknowledging their bond, stoked Priya's insecurity, her eyes narrowing as she gripped Robin Seth's arm tighter.
Robin stepped forward, his voice commanding, cutting through the tension. "Neelima's agreed to supply Regal Club with Global Exports' liquor at cost price, exclusively," he announced, his eyes gleaming. "She's severed all ties with Aisha's bar." The staff gasped, Chetan Rana's face lighting up, the deal a lifeline for Regal's Future.
Chetan, now fully behind Robin, clapped his hands, his voice eager. "I'll head to Global Exports' warehouse to select the stock," he said, his ambition blazing. "This is the pivot we needed to make Regal Hyderabad's crown." His excitement reflected the staff's growing faith in Robin's leadership, their loyalty to Priya now aligned with his vision.
Outside, Sanjay Hooda approached Neelima, his face a mask of concern, but his fingers twitched over a hidden vial of poison. "You're looking pale, cousin," he said, his voice feigned worry. Inwardly, he seethed, alarmed by Neelima's trust in Robin and fearing the loss of Global Exports. His plan to intensify her poisoning tightened, his threat growing darker.
Neelima maintained a neutral facade, her suspicions of Sanjay's betrayal hidden. "Enough, Sanjay," she said, her voice cold. "Apologize to Robin for your insults—now." Her order was a whip, her eyes sharp, masking her growing doubts about her cousin's loyalty.
Sanjay, humiliated but forced to comply, faced Robin, his voice strained. "I… apologize," he muttered, his eyes burning with vengeful intent. Beneath his words, he plotted to torture Neelima with a stronger dose of poison, his facade barely holding as he bowed his head.
Neelima turned to Aisha Seth, her tone resolute. "Global Exports is terminating our five-year partnership with your bar," she declared, delivering a devastating blow to Aisha's non-tech ventures. Aisha's face paled, her glass trembling in her hand, the neon glow of her bar dimming in the rain.
Aisha's voice shook with resentment. "Why, Neelima?" she demanded, her eyes flashing. "What did Robin offer you?" Neelima's lips curled, her response cutting. "His deal outmatched yours—simple as that." The revelation stung, Aisha's dominance crumbling under Robin's strategic coup.
Priya stepped forward, her voice sharp and taunting. "Regal's got exclusivity now, Aisha," she said, her eyes gleaming. "Cost-price liquor, better than your deal ever was." Her words deepened Aisha's sense of defeat, the rivalry with Robin and Priya flaring hotter, her bar's future in jeopardy. Neelima's gaze lingered on Aisha, her tone provocative. "You were unworthy of Robin," she said, a hint of interest in her voice. "A man like him? You let him slip away." Her words sowed confusion and regret in Aisha, her divorce from Robin now a shadow of doubt as Neelima's flirtation sparked jealousy. The storm outside Regal Club raged, mirroring the shifting power dynamics as Robin's gambit reshaped Hyderabad's elite circles.
Vikram Malhotra, his face still flushed from his earlier slander, stepped closer, his voice a venomous hiss. "Robin's nothing but a lowlife conman," he sneered, his eyes darting to Neelima. "He's seduced you with lies, Neelima, preying on your weakness to steal Global Exports' deal. A man of his character—down in the gutter—can't be trusted." His words, laced with contempt, painted Robin as a deceitful opportunist, stoking the tension as Neelima's expression tightened, her patience with Vikram's insults thinning.