Meanwhile, 10 kms away in a three star motel,

Vijay had taken Arya straight to a nearby three-star motel. She was barely conscious, drunk out of her mind, mumbling Rohit’s name with every unsteady step.

He felt a spike of irritation every time Arya whispered Rohit’s name. Even in her drunken state, she couldn’t stop calling for him. As if the humiliation on the dance floor wasn’t enough — Rohit was still inside her head.

What the fuck is wrong with this bitch? Vijay thought bitterly.

They weren’t even real couples — they had been raised as siblings. Even if they weren’t blood-related, she should have some fucking shame. They had lived in the same house for years like brother and sister. Yet here she was, moaning his adopted brother’s name like he was her damn soulmate.

He tolerated her drunken ramblings until they reached the reception desk. This cheap motel was perfect for his revenge. The memory of Arya slapping him still burned on his cheek and deeper in his ego. He had no intention of taking her home until he had dumped his cum inside her.

This wasn’t his first time with a drunk girl. He wasn’t worried about the consequences.

The sleepy receptionist glanced up lazily, then immediately straightened after noticing Vijay’s black card landing on the counter.

"Need a room," Vijay said flatly. "She drank too much."

The receptionist barely looked at Arya properly before nodding quickly. Money spoke louder than suspicion in places like this.

"Sixth floor. Room 603."

Vijay took the key and dragged Arya toward the elevator without another word.

Inside the room, the moment the door shut behind them, he shoved her onto the bed.

He stood over her and delivered two hard slaps across her face.

"Fucking bitch," he snarled. "You dared to slap a Bhirla?"

Arya weakly turned her head, still murmuring, "...Rohit..."

Something inside Vijay snapped harder at hearing the name again.

His eyes drifted downward.

The deep neckline of her dress had shifted, exposing most of one full, round breast. His cock hardened instantly. He reached down and roughly groped her breast, groaning in satisfaction.

"Fuck... this feels good."

He grabbed her jaw, squeezing her cheeks hard to force her lips into an ’O’ shape. He was leaning in to kiss her when a loud knock echoed through the room.

Vijay froze, irritated. "Who the fuck is it?"

"Sir, open the door!" a voice called from outside. "We received a complaint. Open the door right now!"

Vijay’s fists clenched. He quickly adjusted Arya’s clothes. Thankfully, he hadn’t undressed yet. The moment he opened the door, he growled, "Who the fuck do you think you—"

He stopped mid-sentence.

The receptionist was standing there with two security guards, all of them looking pale and nervous.

"Sir..." the receptionist said carefully, "we received a call from her brother. You should have told us her name. Please cooperate."

Vijay’s jaw tightened.

***

Twenty minutes later, Rohit stormed into the motel lobby.

The manager, who had been nervously waiting, rushed forward. "Sir, please calm down. The girl is safe. The young man with her says they know each other. He said she wanted to rest—."

Rohit ignored him completely and walked straight toward the elevator. The manager hurried after him, sweating.

"Sir, we’ve already sent security up. Please don’t escalate. He claimes to come from a very powerful family—"

Rohit suddenly grabbed the manager by the collar and slammed him against the wall, lifting him slightly off the ground with one hand.

"You have no idea what real power looks like," he said coldly. "If even one hair on her head is out of place, I will burn this entire place down with all of you inside it — including him. You hear me?"

The manager nodded frantically, face pale with terror.

Rohit released him and stepped into the elevator.

Earlier, he had used Lisa to run remote surveillance on Vijay’s phone. Not only had he tracked his live location, but he had also noted the exact room number.

After that, he simply searched for the hotel’s reception number and called them, casually dropping the Singhania name to smooth things over. The rest went effortlessly.

The moment he reached the designated floor, his heartbeat quickened.

Even though he claimed to have no real emotions for her, Rohit couldn’t help but feel a knot of worry in his chest. If something had happened to Arya, he had no idea what he would tell Ragini.

When he reached Room 603 on the sixth floor, two security guards were already waiting outside. The moment they saw him, they stepped aside respectfully.

Arya lay unconscious on the bed, still fully clothed.

Vijay sat restrained near the wall by two guards, furious and still trying to argue.

The moment Rohit entered, Vijay immediately stood up.

"Finally," he snapped. "Tell these idiots to stop overreacting. Arya drank too much, so I brought her here to rest. That’s all."

Rohit completely ignored him.

He walked over to Arya, checked her pulse, and gently lifted her eyelids to examine her eyes. A quiet sigh of relief escaped him when he confirmed she was only heavily drunk and not drugged.

Without saying a word, he scooped Arya up in his arms, carrying her over his shoulder.

"Hey! Why the hell are you ignoring me?" Vijay shouted, grabbing Rohit’s arm. "At least listen first"

Crash!

Rohit snatched the flower vase from the table and smashed it brutally over Vijay’s head. Vijay collapsed instantly, blood trickling from his scalp.

The security guards and staff flinched but didn’t dare intervene.

Rohit looked at them with dead eyes.

"Get him treated," Rohit ordered coldly. "And tell that bastard I’m letting this slide once. If he comes within five meters of my sister again, getting hit by a flower vase will be the least painful thing that happens to him."

He walked out carrying Arya without looking back once.

***

After returning home, Rohit rang the doorbell with Arya still cradled in his arms.

Meera, the maid, opened the door. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight — Arya unconscious against his shoulder, her dress disheveled and hair messy.

"Young Master...?" She instinctively reached out to help.

Rohit raised a hand, stopping her. "Has everyone returned?"

Meera nodded nervously.

He walked past her without another word and carried Arya upstairs. He could feel the maid’s worried gaze burning into his back the entire way. By morning, this scene would be the talk of the entire house.

He pushed open Arya’s door with his shoulder and gently laid her down on the bed.

As he tried to straighten up and pull away, her arms suddenly tightened around his neck with surprising strength.

"Don’t go..." she murmured sleepily, eyes half-open.

Rohit paused. He tried to gently loosen her grip, but she only pulled him closer. He tried again. Same result.

He stood there for a moment, bent awkwardly over the bed with one knee on the mattress, her arms locked firmly around his neck. It was obvious he wasn’t going to win this battle.

Rohit sighed, exhausted. After everything tonight — the dancing, the fucking, the violence, his body was drained.

"Fine," he muttered.

He lay down beside her.

Almost immediately, Arya snuggled into him like it was the most natural thing in the world. One leg draped over his waist while both arms wrapped tightly around his torso, clinging to him like a koala.

"Don’t go to that bitch..." she whispered against his chest. "Big sis will protect you..."

Rohit stared at the ceiling, utterly exhausted, his vision slightly blurry.

Seriously... Of all the fucking things.

"Go to sleep, you damn girl," he murmured.

She already had.