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Krishna maneuvered his imposing vehicle into the parking lot, his eyes briefly scanning the rate card which stated fifty rupees for parking a four-wheeler. He leaned over to the small compartment in front of the passenger seat, rummaging through it until he pulled out a hundred-rupee note nestled just beneath the jeep's insurance papers. He handed it to Xavier with a casual, "Pay for the parking and keep the change." With a click, he unlocked the safety system and gestured for everyone to get out, but remained seated himself.
He could feel her gaze lingering on him, questioning silently, searching for answers he wasn't ready to give. He kept his face neutral, unwilling to let his emotions slip. He didn't want to scare her off by baring the rawness of his feelings. As the faint jingle of her anklets faded, signaling her steps moving away, he released a quiet sigh.
Once the others had dispersed, Krishna reached into his breast pocket, fingers grazing the familiar, crisp paper he always kept close to his heart. His eyes brightened at the sight of the cash—just a ten-rupee note, thick and stiff like starched cotton, meticulously folded.
My love's first gift to me.
A smile tugged at his lips, one that had stubbornly lingered ever since they'd begun their drive to the Municipal Corporation. It widened into a full, genuine grin as he gently shook his head at the cherished memory. Re-adjusting the rearview mirror—deliberately angled to catch glimpses of her stubbornly occupying the backseat before—he carefully placed the note back into his breast pocket, keeping it close to his heart once again. Love, it seemed, stayed near him always.
