Rohan stood there getting beaten up, soaked in blood as two men caught him and the other two bashed.
His body limp but mind focused and eyes fixed on her red face with inconsolable tears.
With a final blow on his head his voice tore infinity, “What did I do Ananya?”
Parallel thoughts stormed,
Rohan: “My mistake I expressed my harmless, innocent love for a Hindu girl”
Ananya: “My mistake I shouldn’t have made his expression of mere love boast all villagers.”