One hundred and forty-nine rupees. It was the cost of the broken charger he was supposed to return to the shop owner tomorrow. It was the price of two plates of egg bhurji. It was nothing. It was everything.
He didn't wake Meera. He let the movie play on mute, just watching the opening credits scroll across the screen. For the first time in a long time, he wasn't stealing a movie. bollyflix link
Rohan slammed his fist on the plastic table. The sound was sharp, ugly. Meera stirred, then went still, pretending not to hear. One hundred and forty-nine rupees