She suddenly left taking her mobile and her handbag. Next morning I went to jogging at the usual time but she didn’t show up. So I went little early...by next day and waited till late an hour to check whether she changed the time or not.But my bad day she didn’t show up that day too. But that day night I went for a walk simply. I was happy to see her she changed the timing as I know what she was downloading that day. She saw me and she was scared but she didn’t speak anything. But by next day. Noon came around a young man came to my door and knocked. I would say he was about eighteen years old. He was dressed in a white shirt and jeans. You could see sauces from the deli spilled on his shirt. I motioned for him to come in. I had my money out. I pretended that I was on the phone. I hate how these kids always have to tell you their life story when they bring you their food. I have heard all the stories. Most trying to help them to get a better tip by making you feel sorry for them. I. “We really should get out of here! We can talk about repayment once we've escaped.” She did not reply. She only kept advancing.He kept his eyes on her feet to track her progress; he dared not look up, in fear he would instantly succumb to his male weakness.“Please, stop… please…” he uttered, weakly. No response. He felt it harder and harder to keep up logic and fear, as she moved closer towards him, but he knew he must somehow force himself to stay afraid and logical. What could he do? . My dad was into business and my mom was a teacher. I studied at a well-known institution in Chennai. It was the holidays and a few of my friends planned a meet up at a friend’s place. We played cricket, ate the amazing food cooked by his mom and were just chilling. Around 7 pm, we were all getting ready to leave but Vishal whose house we were at, asked me to stay the night. It was unusual and another guy Arjun said that he will also stay the night.Vishal and Arjun were very close and they.