One Indian Girl by Chetan Bhagat

ones who shoot innocent pigeons for fun?
I waved him goodbye.
‘See you at mehndi,’ he said.
‘No boys allowed there, mister,’ I said.
He smiled. I gave him an extra-wide, almost fake smile in return. Thankfully, the elevator door
shut. I heaved a huge sigh of relief as Brijesh disappeared from sight.
‘God help me,’ I said as the lift started to climb up the floors.