The balding man Abhijat had seen on his way to the suite was lying on the floor by the bar, clutching his crotch and screaming obscenities. A few feet away, two women were being held down by the club attendants.

One of the huge guards previously stationed at the sanctum door had also stepped inside, and was currently trying, without much success, to subdue a weedy man at least two heads shorter than him.

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One of the women was screaming in pain. The other was trying to kick her captor in the groin.

Abhijat rushed forward and pulled the attendants off the struggling women. One of them had blood on her face, and curled into her side, coughing, as soon as she was released. The other one sprang to her feet, swiping hair away from her bruised face, her gaze fixed on the guard and his slender opponent.

“Rito?” Abhijat gasped, this breath catching in his throat.