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Ashish approached her, feigning concern, "Are you okay, Amayra?"

Amayra, trying to steady herself, replied weakly, "Yeah, I just need to go to the washroom. Please tell Koyal; I'm not feeling well. She should come with me." Saying this, she got up, struggling to maintain her balance, and headed towards the washroom.

As she left, Ashish texted Shaurya, who discreetly slipped away from the dance floor.

Amayra's head was pounding, and her vision was getting worse. She stumbled towards the washroom, but Ashish and Shaurya caught up to her, offering to help her, "Whoa, whoa, hold on; we'll help you. This isn't the way to the washroom," they said, guiding her towards the lift.

Amayra, who was losing her grip on reality due to the drugged juice, realized they meant harm and tried to refuse going with them. But they forcibly held her, moving forward while she struggled feebly.

In the lift, they encountered a few people who gave them strange looks. Shaurya, faking a laugh, said, "Oh, my wife here drank a bit too much at our court marriage celebration. Sorry about the scene."

The others glanced at Amayra, whose head was hanging low, then at the men and turned away, minding their own business.

The lift stopped at the 29th floor, and the couple left. Ashish whispered to Shaurya, "Man, that was close. If they had suspected anything, they could have reported us, and I'd be in deep trouble."

Shaurya, calming him down, said, "Relax, nothing's going to happen. Just hold her here; I'll go check if the coast is clear." They exited the lift, leaving Amayra with Ashish as Shaurya went ahead to scout.

As Ashish held Amayra, he ogled her, his gaze lingering on her body. Tightening his grip around her waist, he muttered, "Say what you will, man; if you get a catch like this, who cares about risking a job?"

His other hand started to slide inappropriately over her shoulder, to which Amayra, despite her drugged state, reacted with a feeble protest, "Le... let me go... don't touch me..."

Ashish laughed and replied, "Oh sweetheart, if I wanted to let you go, I wouldn't have bothered going through all this trouble to get you."

Amayra struggled to keep her eyes open, seeing everything in a haze.

Just then, Ashish's phone rang. Seeing "Wife" flash on the screen, he cursed under his breath, "Damn it, she always calls at the worst times. If I don't answer, she'll keep calling and might even show up here." Muttering angrily, he looked at Amayra, who was mumbling incoherently, and decided to prop her against the wall while he took the call, figuring she wouldn't be able to go anywhere in her state.

Ashish moved to the side, yelling at his wife over the phone, complaining about how she always bothered him while he was at work.

Meanwhile, Amayra, finding herself momentarily free, tried to escape, using the wall for support. In her disoriented state, she accidentally hit the lift button, causing the doors to open, and she stumbled inside.

On the other side of the hotel...

A group of friends—Arth, Kasim, Ruheel, and Arush—were in a private room of the hotel. This club was their design, situated two rooms away from where Amayra and her friends were. The room was dimly lit with an orange glow, filled with the sound of loud music. Scantily clad women, both Russian and Indian, were pole dancing.