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In the dim glow of a Hyderabad penthouse after a late-night film wrap party, the air thick with the scent of expensive whiskey, sweat, and unspoken tension, Vijay Deverakonda’s eyes locked onto Akhil Akkineni with a predatory hunger that had been building for months. The two actors had been circling each other at industry events, but tonight, in this private high-rise overlooking the city lights, Vijay was done waiting. Akhil laughed at some half-forgotten joke, his lean, toned frame relaxed against the plush leather couch, crisp white shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the smooth, hairless chest and the faint trail of dark hair disappearing into his designer jeans. He was the polished prince of Tollywood, son of the legendary Akkineni family—untouchable, or so he thought. Vijay moved like a shark. In one fluid, violent motion, he lunged forward, grabbing Akhil by the throat with a powerful hand and slamming him face-down onto the couch cushions. Akhil’s laugh cut off into a choked...