A mischievous grin formed on Kavita's lips as she observed Swara in conversation with Ayush. "At last, the chance I've been waiting for," she muttered under her breath.

She slyly retrieved a small vial of aphrodisiac pills from her clutch as she walked towards the bar. After a quick look around, she discreetly added the pills to two glasses of red wine and picked them up. She then scanned the hall to make sure that Sanskar wasn't approaching Swara. He was nowhere to be seen.

Feigning casual conversation, she offered the wine to Swara and Ayush with a cunning smile. Predictably, Swara refused, but Kavita had a backup: a spiked glass of fruit punch specifically for her.

As the drug started to take effect on Swara, a server from the Grand Palace, secretly in league with Kavita, escorted her to Ayush's suite and locked the door behind her.

The first part of the plan went off without a hitch; now it was crucial to get Ayush back to his suite after he had his drink. However, he still hadn't taken a sip and instead went to greet Sanskar as soon as he spotted him.

"Hey, Alpha Sanskar, nice party..." Ayush said, raising his glass.

"Thanks; I'm glad you're enjoying it..." Sanskar replied, picking up a glass of wine and clinking it against Ayush's. "She truly deserves this," he added.

After Swara's accident, Ayush cautioned Sanskar that the string of mishaps seemed too convenient to be random. He urged Sanskar to offer her permanent protection to thwart any future clandestine attacks. Consequently, Sanskar made the bold decision to publicly proclaim her his Luna, serving as a stark warning to their adversaries to reconsider their actions.

"Then why keep her waiting?" Ayush quirked an eyebrow.

"Believe me, I'd rather not, but I can't seem to locate her anywhere," Sanskar confessed, scanning the room fruitlessly for Swara. Her phone remained powered off.

Just then, Laksh sidled up to Sanskar and whispered, "Swara is headed to the lounge."

Concern etched across his face, Sanskar pondered, 'Why did Swara retreat to the lounge at the onset of the party? Could she be unwell?' He fretted, swiftly delegating party duties to Laksh before dashing off to check on her.

As he made his way towards his presidential suite, a knock echoed through the corridor, accompanied by Swara's faint plea for help from a nearby room. "Is that Shona? Why is she in there? Did she mistakenly enter the wrong room?" Sanskar wondered aloud, bewildered. He quickly flagged down a bellboy and instructed him to retrieve the keycard for the room.

Compelled by the hotel president's authority, the boy retrieved the spare key, granting Sanskar access to the room.

Stepping into the dimly lit space, Sanskar gently grasped Swara's exposed shoulder, his resolve weakening due to the romantic atmosphere and his lady love in his arms. He leaned in and kissed her, but she resisted with some struggles.

Sanskar furrowed his brow, breaking the kiss abruptly, and inserted the room card into the holder, illuminating the room. "Honey, it's me. What's the matter?" he asked, shocked to find her disheveled, her face flushed, and her breath labored.

"Ahh, Sanskar....." She mumbled while panting, a wave of heat coursing through her veins, her mind hazy from the effects of the drug. She pulled Sanskar's collar harshly, making his lips collide with hers, and took him in a hungry kiss.

Though Sanskar liked her bold initiative, this is not the time. He wanted to stop her, but he knew something was wrong with her. "Shona, are you okay?"

"Sanskar, help me....."

The agony he felt in her gesture made Sanskar instantly grasp the truth. "Oh gosh, she is drugged. Who did such a disgusting thing with her?"

"This is not the time to think about the perpetrator. Help her first." Parth yelled.

Sanskar fetched his phone to call for the doctor, but Swara snatched his phone and tossed it aside. 

"I want you, now." She blabbered while unbuttoning his blazer and pulling off his necktie.

Sanskar clenched his fist in order to use his last bit of control and stood before her, his eyes dark with a mix of concern and uncontrollable desire. "Swara, are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion.

Swara bobbled her head vigorously and started unbuttoning the waistcoat and white shirt. "You have such a nice pack, but I have never seen them, let alone touched them." She blabbered again while sliding her hands under his shirt and touching his chest.

Sanskar took a deep breath, squinted his eyes for a second, and released his clenched fist. "You're asking for it."

He captured her lips in a heated kiss, their mouths moving together with fiery intensity. Swara responded with a hunger that surprised him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. His body pressed against his, emanating burning desire, and he slid his hand at her waist and pulled down the zipper of her gown, making it fall on the floor, leaving her in a black pair of lacy lingeries.

Sanskar's hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves that had always tempted him. He could feel her heartbeat racing beneath his fingertips. "You're so beautiful," he whispered against her lips, his voice a low growl.

Her skin was on fire, every touch sending shivers down her spine, and she felt dampness below. 

Sanskar pulled her closer; his one hand reached to her back, and with a soft click, he undid the hook of her bra, making it fall from her chest. He pulled off her bra, and she grasped out as her nipples tightened. In response, Sanskar's tongue licked her, exploring every corner of her mouth, with his other hand cupping her chest and his thumb circling against the hard peak and pinching it.

Swara dug her nails onto his skin over the white shirt when Sanskar slid his face, his lips trailing kisses along her neck and collarbone. 

"Ah...." Swara moaned in pain and pleasure when Sanskar sank his teeth into the crook of her neck, the most sensitive area to drive one crazy, leaving the mark of his teeth at the marking point.

Sanskar let go of her breast and slid it down from stomach to lower waist, leaving a trail of heat and fire behind every touch of his fingertip, and circled it around her navel, igniting the heat of loving desire not only in her heart but between her legs.

Swara's hands moved to his shirt, fumbling with the buttons in her haste. "I can't wait," she breathed, her eyes dark with need. "Sanskar, I want you. I want you now."

The soft moan of Swara moved Sanskar's body; he couldn't wait any longer. In one swift motion, he lifted her, carrying her to the bed. The feel of her bare chest against his was intoxicating, her every touch igniting a fire within him. He laid her down gently and removed the last piece of clothing she had.

Swara's body arched towards him, her need evident in every movement. "Sanskar," she pleaded, her voice a desperate whisper.

Though it should happen after the announcement takes place, at this moment everything went blurry. Sanskar doesn't want to think that the party is still going; he is the host, and guests must be looking for him. He only knows Swara longs for something; she looks breathtaking, and he can't resist anymore.

He removed his shirt in a swift motion, leaned down, and took one of her breasts under his mouth while playing with the other one with one hand. He moved his other hand between her legs, making it open for him.

Swara cried out when Sanskar slipped one finger between the slit and bit her hard bud. Her mind grew fuzzy when she felt fine movement inside her. It was her first time, and Sanskar wanted to take it slowly and gently.

He was pumping inside to make it ready for the next, but she growled when her hands reached out to his pants. He held her hand. "Shona, what are you doing?"

"I want you inside me, Sanskar. Ahh....." 

The effects of the drug helped her initiate a charge, and Sanskar was amused to see a new bold side of her. He let go of her hand and helped her remove his pants. Swara instantly got up, throwing him on the bed. She climbed over him, taking the lead in kissing him.

Swara's position over Sanskar was her legs grabbing his weapon, which aroused their desires, and Sanskar immediately flipped her around, taking the lead again as Swara panted heavily.

"I'll give you everything," he promised, his voice rough with desire. "Everything you need." 

Positioning himself at the entrance, he held both of her breasts in his fist. Pinching its peak softly, he slid his manhood under her, gently making her growl in a soft burn of pleasure, and Sanskar sealed it with his mouth.

He started with a gentle thrust; gradually, the ride took its pace, making Swara's lips fall apart in moans, and the next moment she reached her climax, when he was far from done. Sanskar sighed, sensing Swara's weak condition and taking her first in accord. He was pulling himself out, but Swara held her back tightly.

She again took his lips in a wild kiss, making him increase the pace to its fullest. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just the two of them, lost in their shared desire. Swara's drugged state made her demands insistent, but Sanskar met each one with a tender urgency, his love for her guiding his every move.

Finally, with a cry of pleasure, Sanskar reached his peak, his cum gushing inside her while she was almost collapsing.

Sanskar leaned over Swara's exhausted face and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion while adoring her soundly sleeping figure.