If common sense was something I was lacking (and it was) I should have at least called the police. Damian went missing three week ago. They could have...gone looking for him but no, this was something I had to do for myself. My footsteps echoed loudly as I made my way down the darkened ally. My black leather knee high boots didn’t do well for stealth and I was glad I decided to go the rout of party go-er than spy. I reached the door of the club where a tall and pale male stood wearing all black. "Stop moving!" Umberto hollered. "Let me shoot at them without the moving!" He sounded kind of faint and far away, which worried me until I realized that everything seemed quieter than before. The fire from our gun must have deafened me. I hoped it was only temporary.Our attackers were all retreating. Umberto let go with another volley of fire and I saw where it hit. He was finding the range.There were four men, now, in my field of vision, all running at top speed away from us. Man, Brenda. She agreed and i kept the jasmine flowers on the dressing table where she can see them. I said I will arrange the party on the terrace. She said what if anybody observes. I said, as our house is in a village and there are no houses nearby and the house is surrounded by coconut trees and other trees, we will not be visible to anybody. She said ok and went to take her bath. I immediately took a cotton mattress and arranged the mattress on the terrace floor with a white bed sheet on it nearer to. After we came back, I got out of the car and walked over to the reception area to enter the lift. I was alone because the others in the car still hadn’t gotten out. I got in, pressed the 7th-floor button, and waited for the doors to close. Then I saw Varsha for the first time.She’d also gone out somewhere and had just parked her car as well and was entering the reception area. She saw me standing in the lift and gestured me to keep it open. I did, and seeing that there was nobody else around, I.