55. The One Where I Trust My Friend

Are you sure this is Rahul's address?

I shot the message to Dhruv for the second time of the day.

Yes. Why you need it?

Nothing. Thank you.

Switching my phone, I hopped off the car, pressed my sweaty palm on my jeans and took a deep breath.

You came here for a reason, Alina, don't you dare back down. Only Rahul could help you with it.

Gulping, I rang the bell of his house, waiting for him to open the door and confess everything to him. Kabir had assured me before that Rahul was trustworthy and he would try nothing other than some flirting that I need to get used to it. He did it with Nisha too much, and if she could handle it, I could handle it as well.

What if he tried something? What if he tells Kabir before the task was even completed? What if he thought I was being absurd and shut the door at me?

But Rahul wasn't rude to me. I wasn't Nisha.

"Who are you?" I snapped my gaze to a boy standing in front of me and frowned. It wasn't Rahul. He narrowed his eyes at me from behind his spec