#Chapter11
Sandal's POV:
/"Tell me the truth Sandal, what happened yesterday night? I will not be buying 'nothing' as an answer. So you better spill it out./" Zohma asked me with her arms crossed. This is probably the fifth time she asked me this question and I am trying to avoid this topic as much as I can.
Right now, we are sitting in her room, on her bed. Early this morning, I received a text from her to get ready and that she will pick me up in fifteen minutes. I called her and gave an excuse for today but she wouldn't listen and within eleven minutes, she was on my doorstep. Leaving me with no choice but to go with her.
/"Spill out what?/"
/"Why did you guys come home early from yesterday's party? And why was Bhai angry?/"
/"Ask your brother, how would I know why he was angry./"
/"But he won't answer me./" She whined.
/"Sorry, not my fault./" I shrugged.