"I can't believe we actually got in!" I told Gautham as we covertly ducked into the party of the year.
My friend and I had conveniently snuck into the glitzy industry event to mingle around and hopefully push his script by a few influential people in the business. With our first task accomplished, we decided to split up and search the party for some familiar faces.
It was during this time I decided to take a break and helped myself to a drink at the bar, when a small scuffle ensued in the corner of the room and I was horrified to see that Gautham had apparently made a boob of himself and had inadvertently caused a scene.
Within moments security personnel rushed to his area and grabbed him roughly by the arm and escorted him out—not before I overheard one of the burly men inform another that Gautham was not alone. I was now a fugitive!
Fortunately for me the mansion was large enough to hideout but I would still have to have my wits about me. With that in mind I grabbed my drink, and as discretely as possible, wandered upstairs and looked for a place to hide and stay out of the way.
Unfortunately for me I arrived upstairs to find two security personnel actively scanning the room. Panicking, I hastily looked for the first place to hide and found a small door which apparently led out onto a small terrace—which over looked the pool and villa.
Outside, it was only several moments later that I realized I was not alone on the dimly lit balcony. Glancing over my shoulder I heard a petite brunette arguing on her cell, and on furtherinspection I was shocked to realize that the woman in question was none other than actress, Raveena Tandon.
I have to admit that under any other circumstance I would have felt incredibly shocked andintimidated by her, but watching security flutter about, I had other more pressing issues on my mind.
Meanwhile as I stood there peering inside, Raveena finished up her conversation and seemed to sense my uneasy demeanor.
