She was in her B.com last year. She was from good reputed family of Surat business class. She was beautiful girl in her college days and she is still ...o beautiful also. 5 feet 4 inch in height , snow white in color, long black hair, big round black eyes, sweet round face, straight nose, nice figure and beautiful expressive face. She had never been in love before that and she was thinking of love after her education. But until on day when she saw a boy named Sultan, she wasn’t interested in him. I felt a bit angry that she would hide such a big part of her life from me., and so I hadn’t talked to her ever since she got into the car.“Hi”,she said timidly, as she sat next to me on the bed and folded her legs.”Hello”,I replied without looking away from my phone.”I guess I owe you an apology for not telling you about Asha.”I didn’t reply.She then placed her hand on my face and turned my head towards her and said in a voice choked with emotions,”I didn’t think you would want to talk to a. In fact she knew perfectly well that SHE would have made a better show than her friend - at least she'd have kept constantly on the move and well out of range and not been a breathless and battered wreck at the end!Never again would she go and watch her best friend suffer, not only at the hands of a superior opponent but through the jeers of as psychotic a bunch of sub humans as she had ever mingled with. She still burned with fury at the memory of their cheering at every punch that landed on. It had a shower-slash-tub that was actually big enoughfor two adult humans. There was even a separate tub with Jacuzzi jets.“I’ve stayed here before,” I told Carley. “Actually, I’ve stayed in this room before. It’s very comfortable and quiet.”We all felt like warmed-over shit. Carley tried watching an Italian game show, but she didn’t speak Italian, not that it would have made much difference. A bunch of elderly women who might have been able to sing and dance forty years ago performed truly.