"Riya's point of view,"

　　I answered the phone and said hello.

　　"Are you busy, Riya?"

　　"Didn't you even respond to my message?" Harsh enquired, his tone dejected.

　　"But what's the message?" As I opened my message inbox, I was taken aback.

　　"Did you notice my message?"

　　Harsh enquired, his tone angry.

　　In my inbox, I found Harsh's message, which I had already read.

　　Rachit had read all the messages while snapping the shot, I discovered.

　　I expressed my regret about Harsh.

　　I explained I had slipped and sprained my foot while descending the hill, so I couldn't respond to your message or call.

　　"What?" enquired Harsh.

　　How?After hearing my statements...