“Sathvik!” Rahan's knuckles turned white as rage radiating off of his body. It's something he never thought in his worst dreams. His best friend betrayed him.
“What? Sathvik? How could you say that? He's covered his face.” Irfan argued back.
Rahan said, shaking his head. “It's him, Irfan. It's him! I can identify him even in the darkness. He couldn't hide himself from me ever.” His body was shaking in fury as his best friend was his enemy.
“No, no, bhai. Maybe you misunderstood. He didn't do anything against us. He couldn't! That is the truth. And why did he want to do that? He's our friend, bhai. He's your best friend. I am sure he's not. You can't accuse him.” Irfan yelled. He believed his friend.
“Yes! He's my f*****g best friend, Sathvik. See, what he is wearing. It's the same
