VISHAL'S POV
"Dude what's your problem?" Max asked in irritation, forcing a gulp of alcohol down his throat. I chuckled lightly and snatched that bottle away from his hold and took a sip.
Gross.
It was something damn strong which almost burnt my throat. I made a face and lied straight on his bed wondering about nothing.
"You are my problem. It’s been several years but still I don't even have a slightest clue why all of sudden you and Rehan started hating each other guts? Come on, man we were best friends right? I f*****g need to know everything."
I muttered with my eyes shut and waited for his blunt response but nothing came back from his side.
Like past few years my curiosity was at its best. I wanted a god damn reason behind every single f*****g things like why all of sudden
