Anjali ran out in the pouring rain, her paavadai (skirt) drenched. There, on the stone steps of the great temple chariot, sat Vikram. He was soaked to the bone, his shirt clinging to his thin frame. He held a single, crushed strand of jasmine—the one he had bought from her four days ago, now brown and dry.
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