Avni and Pinky both held drink trays in their hands as they took the elevator to Room 201. Standing before the door, Pinky knocked. When it opened, Avni was stunned to see the man standing there—it was the same individual who had been harrassing her in the club just an hour ago.

The man opened the door wide, and Pinky stepped inside. Avni followed with trembling steps, but the moment the door shut behind them, terror gripped her. Pinky looked at the man and said, "Sir, your order."

When the man noticed Pinky accompanying Avni, his eyes narrowed. "I only called for her," he snapped. "Why did you come with her?"

Pinky replied, "Sir, that shouldn't matter. You just wanted your order, and the drinks have reached your room."

Just then, the bathroom door opened. Another man stepped out and asked, "What happened, Kumar? Did the girl arrive?" His gaze fell upon Avni and then Pinky. "Why is there a second girl?"

Seeing both men together, Avni's eyes widened in shock, and fear washed over her face. Pinky, sensing that something was terribly wrong, slowly backed away, grabbing Avni’s hand and locking eyes with her.

Gathering her courage, Pinky looked at the man and said, "Look sir, please let us go. If you try to misbehave with us, we will complain to the management."

A devious smirk spread across the men's faces at her words. One of them mocked, "To management? To whom—Gokhale or Dayal?"

Pinky’s face went pale. It was clear these men knew the managers well. Still, she braved it out. "Sir, please just let us leave. We aren't those kind of girls."

Suddenly, the man grabbed Pinky’s wrist and jerked her toward him. "Hey, we aren't 'those kind of people' either. We are very decent men, and we're treating you with total decency."

The terror was plain on Avni’s face. She clutched Pinky’s hand, trying to pull her away. "Sir, please let us go. Look, you only asked for alcohol. We have nothing to do with anything else. Please, let us go."

Pinky, unable to tolerate their crudeness any longer, screamed in anger, "Have some shame! We are the age of your daughters! If your daughter were in our place, would you do the same to her?"

Rage flared in the man's eyes. In the next instant, he backhanded Pinky across the face. Her head slammed against a table, and she slumped to the floor, unconscious.

Avni froze in her tracks. Her eyes were wide with horror; she couldn't believe what had just happened to Pinky was real.

After striking Pinky, the man screamed furiously, "You bitch... comparing yourself to my daughter? My daughter isn't a two-bit waitress like you, wearing skimpy clothes to entice men!"

Avni began backing away, trembling. Tears started streaming down her face, which was quivering with fear. Just as she reached the door, Kumar grabbed her hand. Glaring at her with rage, he said, "At first, I thought I’d just have a little fun with you, but now it seems I’ll have to teach you a lesson."

With that, Kumar reached out and snatched up a wine bottle. He pressed the cap off with his thumb and began pouring the wine directly into Avni’s mouth.

Avni kept her mouth clamped shut, but Kumar squeezed her cheeks from both sides, forcing her jaw open. He emptied the entire bottle down her throat. Avni struggled, her hands flailing in the air as she tried desperately to break free from his grip.

But the man showed no mercy. He held her mouth open and forced the wine into her until the bottle was completely drained.

Avni’s face turned bright red, and wine dripped from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were glazed as she stared at them. The two men let out a filthy laugh and approached her. "What will happen to you now, sweetheart?"

The intoxication was beginning to take hold of Avni. Breathing heavily, she looked at them, joined her hands in a plea, and whispered, "Leave me... let me go."

"Leave you just like that? We’ve hit the jackpot. Usually, it's 'Buy One Get One Free' on merchandise, but today is the first time we've got it on a girl. We aren't letting this golden opportunity slip away."

The two men were advancing toward Avni when suddenly, a flower vase shattered against Kumar’s head. Even in her drunken state, Avni was stunned. Kumar collapsed to the floor, groaning in pain. The other man spun around to see Pinky. She was holding her own head, barely conscious, but she was the one who had just smashed the vase over Kumar.

As Kumar lay writhing on the ground, the second man lunged toward Pinky in a rage. Pinky quickly grabbed another vase and smashed it over his head as well.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, "Avni, run!"

Avni was in a terrible state. Her face was flushed and soaked with tears, wine was dripping from her chin, and her steps were unsteady. But hearing Pinky tell her to run, Avni scrambled out of the room on wobbling legs.

She had no idea where she was going or which hallway she was in. She stumbled forward through the haze of intoxication. Every stray sound made her heart race with terror, fearing those men were right behind her.

Somehow, Avni made it into an elevator. She intended to press the button for the ground floor, but instead, she hit the button for the VIP floor. She wasn't even aware if the lift was going up or down. When the doors opened, she staggered out.

She saw three doors ahead of her. She went straight to the first one, but it was locked. She could still hear the echoes of those men's voices in her ears. She moved to the second door. As she reached out to open it, the door gave way, and Avni stumbled directly into the room.

Her balance was so far gone that she began to fall, but someone caught her in their arms. Avni was swaying, completely out of it, as she slumped into Advik’s embrace. Advik felt the weight of a girl in his arms. Angrily, he looked down and saw a girl wearing the uniform of his hotel’s club waitresses.

"Hey girl, who are you? What are you doing here?" Advik demanded angrily. But in the next second, Avni clutched Advik's shirt and buried her face against his chest. In her drunken stupor, she whispered, "Help me... please help me."

Advik realized the girl was intoxicated, and she had passed out right there against his chest. The alcohol had clearly overwhelmed her. Advik lifted Avni in his arms and carried her to the bed. He laid her down and began to look her over from head to toe.

Avni’s innocent face was right before his eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered due to the intoxication, and there was wine stained on her lips. Detecting the heavy scent of alcohol, Advik confirmed that she was indeed drunk.

As he was watching her, his phone rang. He pulled it out while keeping his eyes on Avni. It was Sahil. "Boss, I've arranged the Indian clothes, but they won't be available until tomorrow morning. And that girl—"

"The girl is already in my room. Don't disturb me," Advik snapped and hung up, returning his gaze to Avni. On the other end, Sahil hit his forehead and looked at his phone in confusion. "The girl has arrived? But which girl? I didn't manage to book anyone for Sir today, so who is she?"

Advik sat down slowly beside Avni and leaned over her. As he looked at her innocent face, a faint smile played on his lips. He gently raised his hand and caressed her cheek. He began to trace her lips with his thumb, watching her fluttering eyelids.

Avni’s wine-stained, succulent lips were tempting him. Advik slowly leaned closer, moving toward her mouth. He was inches away... but then, he suddenly pulled back. He stood up straight and looked down at her.

Avni was in a waitress's uniform. That meant she worked here. If she was drunk, what was she doing in his room? If she was the "booking," had his hotel waitress come to him as a stripper?

Advik’s eyes narrowed. "Miss Sleeping Beauty... you are beautiful. Beautiful enough that anyone could lose control looking at you. But Advik Merchant knows how to control himself."

He continued with a smirk, "I am used to being intoxicated by beauty. How can someone who is already drowned in drink intoxicate me? So, Sleeping Beauty, you’ll have to be conscious to take me into your embrace. My conscience doesn't allow me to take advantage of a girl who isn't in her senses. If you want to sleep, you can sleep on this king-sized bed. But once you wake up, I won't let you sleep."

Advik was smiling slightly as he spoke. Then, he noticed Avni’s lips moving; she was mumbling something in her sleep. Advik leaned his ear close to her lips. He heard her voice whisper, "Don't leave me... don't leave me."

Advik gently placed his hand on Avni’s forehead. Stroking it softly, he whispered, "I'm not going anywhere, leaving you."

At the sensation of his touch, a look of peace washed over Avni’s face. Her restlessness vanished instantly, and she fell into a deep, tranquil sleep.

Once she was out, Advik stood up and called room service, asking for a female waitress to come to his room. When she arrived, Advik instructed her to change Avni's clothes because they reeked of wine. The waitress changed her, but since Advik didn't have any women's clothing, he gave her one of his own shirts to wear.

The next morning, as the sunlight peeked through the window, Avni’s sleep was disturbed. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the silhouette of a handsome, finely chiseled man before her.

Due to the hangover, Avni’s head felt heavy. She sat up, clutching her head, and began to massage her temples. Suddenly, the events of the previous night flashed through her mind, and she gasped in shock.

For a moment, she thought she was dreaming. But it wasn't a dream. It was real. Her eyes darted around the room. This wasn't her house, nor was it the room of those two men. It was a different room entirely—beautiful, but completely unfamiliar.

She looked around the room in bewilderment and fearfully lowered her feet to the floor. The next moment, she looked down at herself and froze. She was wearing a shirt. Just a shirt. Avni realized she had nothing on but a man’s shirt.

The realization made her shudder, and her face filled with terror. Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Advik stepped out. The moment she saw him, Avni lunged out of bed, rushed over to him, and delivered a stinging slap across his face.