Mohit's POV
Srusti came back, holding a broom, dustpan and a garbage bag.
" Oh, please don't bother, I would do it. " I started going towards her.
" Stop right there !!! Go and sit on the bed with your feet. " She said in a firm voice and started collecting all the tiny pieces with the broom.
" But I created this mess... "
" It's ok... I would clean this mess. I can do at least that much for my only friend here. Right?? "
" I... You don't have to. Please, it's not your work. " I said as I was feeling guilty.
" Oh, c'mon what are friends for?? You might just call me your friend but don't think of me as one, but I do. "
" Why are you saying that?? I consider you my friend... "
" No... You don't. Or you would have shared your problem with me. Don't say that there is nothing. I can see that you are tense. You are in a strange mood since we met those people. "