He lowered himself beside her; she was lying on her back, gazing at the sky, deep blue… without a single cloud.
In the distance mountains were surrounding them, as if protecting the young lovers from hostile hearts.
She lifted her head and placed it on his chest.
“What will happen if abbu (father) comes to know that I am in love with a Hindu boy?” she asked.
He could hear her heart beating hard.
“Let’s run away and get married!” he said.
“He will find us out and kill both of us.” Her voice choked with tears.
“Then…” he asked now it was his turn to be sad.
“Let’s run away and get married….” She said wrapping her arms around his neck.