Trishal’s POV
“What the hell!" I yelled as a frantic Adrian rushed into my room and locked the door behind him.
I quickly sat up, my eyes narrowing as I took in Adrian's appearance. He was slightly out of breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. What could have happened?
“Hey!" I shouted again, louder this time, as he acted like he didn’t hear me the first time.
"Shhhh!” he hissed, lifting his index finger to his lips before turning back to the door. The gesture only added to my irritation.
“Really! The audacity,” I laughed in derision as I stood up abruptly, determined to fling him out of the room. I was not in the mood for his antics.
“Miss Trishal," a female voice called out from behind the door, accompanied by a knock seconds later when there was no quick response.
Adrian
