He has to think fast and act!

Kavya stormed into the room, her presence shifting the air instantly. She didn't ask permission, didn’t hesitate—she walked in with angry steps. Her sharp, judgmental gaze swept over the scene, trying to piece together the madness before her.

Priya was still standing motionless, arms locked behind her head like some bizarre showroom model. Sakshi, wide-eyed and flushed, scurried toward her like a **** child. Allen, stood there with a look that was entirely too smug for whatever the hell was going on.

“What the hell is going on here?” Kavya snapped, voice razor-sharp.

Sakshi, breaking momentarily from her trance, clung to her sister’s side as if her very presence could erase what had just happened. She was breathing hard, panicked, but there was also a hint of arousal. A residue of the last few minutes clinging to her body like a scent she couldn’t scrub off.

Kavya’s attention shifted to Priya, standing eerily still. The girl’s face was frozen in an unnatural, vacant expression, tongue sticking out, her chest rose and fell in slow, even breaths.

Kavya frowned. She waved a hand in front of Priya’s face. Nothing. She snapped her fingers. Not even a blink.

“Priya?” She gave her a light shove. Priya rocked slightly on her feet, then settled back into place like a doll returning to its default position.

Something was wrong.

Kavya turned on Allen, her entire posture stiff with rage.

“What the hell did you do?” she demanded, striding toward him, her hands curling into fists. “I swear, if you—”

Allen flinched. For the first time since this whole thing had started, he felt a prickle of real danger. Kavya wasn’t like Sakshi—there was no hesitation in her movements, no uncertainty. She was a storm barreling straight for him, ready to rip him apart with her bare hands.

He had seconds.

His eyes darted to Sakshi. The bottle.

“Sakshi! Spray her. Now.”

It wasn’t a request. It was an order.

Sakshi froze. Her grip on Kavya’s arm tightened, nails digging in as her body trembled with hesitation. For a split second, she almost resisted. Almost.

But she couldn’t.

Her fingers moved before her mind could stop them, slipping into her pocket and pulling out the bottle.

Kavya turned, confusion flashing across her face. “Sakshi? What…”

PFFT. PFFT. PFFT.

The eldest sibling reacted quickly but she wasn’t quick enough, after the third spritz, in one smooth motion she had knocked the perfume out of her sister’s hands causing it to land away from them on the floor.

Kavya found herself coughing, her body trembling slightly as she fought to regain control of herself. The sharp, chemical tang of the perfume clung to her senses, making it hard to think, hard to breathe. Her usually sharp brown eyes were glassy, unfocused, but there was still a flicker of resistance in them—confusion, irritation, the stubbornness of someone who hadn’t quite lost the fight yet.

Allen, however, felt no such hesitation. Feeling emboldened by his streak of luck, he turned to Sakshi. “Bring me the bottle.”

Sakshi hesitated for half a second—just half—but it was enough to make it clear that some small part of her still knew this wasn’t right. That part of her, however, had long since been drowned out. She moved quickly, retrieving the bottle from where it had rolled across the floor and placing it in Allen’s hand.

He took it from her and, without warning, raised it and sprayed her once in the face.

PFFT.

Sakshi gasped, blinking rapidly as the fresh dose hit her directly. Her lips parted slightly as the initial shock gave way to something else entirely. Her expression softened, the last traces of uncertainty melting into something warm, dreamy, almost blissful. A slow, pleased smile spread across her lips, her body relaxing completely.

"You’re on board with everything I do," Allen said smoothly.

Sakshi let out a light, breathy giggle, nodding eagerly, her gaze on him full of admiration. Whatever traces of resistance had been left in her were gone.

Allen smirked, then turned his attention back to Kavya.

She was stumbling, trying to steady herself. She was dressed much as she had been earlier—her usual tight gray pencil skirt hugging her toned legs, a white shirt that clung to her curves and her long, dark hair still in a neat bun. The scent of faint floral perfume clashed against the artificial chemical one that now filled the air. She still looked fierce, still looked strong, but there was an unmistakable fog in her gaze, a sluggishness in the way she moved.

She looked up at Allen, blinking slowly, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“What… the hell…” she muttered, her voice raspy.

Allen chuckled. “What’s wrong, Kavya? You seem a little out of it.”

Kavya shook her head, trying to clear it, but her limbs felt heavier than they should. She was processing what was happening, but sluggishly, like trying to piece together a puzzle with missing pieces.

Before she could even attempt to stand, Allen snapped his fingers.

“Priya. Sakshi. Restrain her.”

The command was immediate, unquestionable.

Priya and Sakshi moved without hesitation, each grabbing one of Kavya’s arms and forcing her down onto her knees. Kavya let out a grunt of frustration, trying to shake them off, but her movements were clumsy, uncoordinated. She was still strong—stronger than both of them, realistically—but she couldn’t get her body to work properly, couldn’t **** her limbs to react as quickly as she wanted.

Allen crouched in front of her, bringing his face close to hers. He could see the lingering frustration in her eyes, the way she was still trying to fight back despite how cloudy her mind had become. He could see the sweat beading lightly at her temples, the rise and fall of her chest as she tried to steady her breathing.

He smirked.

“Tell me, Kavya… does my stink still bother you?”

Kavya sucked in a sharp breath. The question threw her, her thoughts sluggishly grasping for context. She remembered—barely—the confrontation from earlier, the way she’d snapped at him, insulted him. The memories felt distant, like they belonged to someone else, but they were still there.

Her lips parted, her voice shaky but still laced with defiance.

“Yes, you motherfucking pig!” she muttered with hatred.