Mihir's heart raced as he heard footsteps approaching. He had no idea who these guests were, but he knew he was about to be exposed in the most humiliating way possible. The door opened, and in walked two men—both muscular, both dressed in the same crisp, tailored suits as Mr. Singhania. They looked him over, their eyes raking over his bound wrists and exposed ass, and smirked.

The guests didn't say a word as Mr. Singhania stepped away, leaving Mihir trembling on the floor. The coldness of the bullets was a stark reminder of what was to come. The two men circled him like sharks around prey, their eyes hungry and predatory.