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Many were anxiously expecting when the rain ‘would stop. Among them were a damsel and her fella, shivering not only by cold wind but also by compunction as they eloped. They concealed their faces to escape from the sight of the familiar persons of that area

Both were teen agers; they were different not only in age but also in personality. The girl seemed to be an ingénue, rural-bred while the boy, tall, handsome and well developed muscles and urban bed. The girl was slim, brown coloured complexion, charming eyes and well-built body.

The girl’s hands were trembling and when she touched his hand, he patted her hands to mean, “When I’m here, why do you worry?”

“I’m very much scared, Ramana. Shall we return now to our place? “Her voice wobbled with restrained emotion.

In response to her, he satirized:” Oh, with pleasure; if we return, it’ll be the case of a lamb in the hands of a butcher. Are you ready to be peeled off by your parents and relatives?”

“I’m a coward by my nature; you’re threatening me more so as to drive me mad.” She was about to sob.

“Mind it that we are in a public place. It’s highly risk if we are either sighted by our familiar people or your sobs to create suspicion on us for we have eloped.” The teen aged boy whispered softly.