They went on missing when the lone and frigid moon sailed among the thin clouds spreading its ray over them. They felt delighted embracing and kissing each other. Taking her hand, Imroz Ahmed led her down the slanting path, but Avni Paul dared not to speak a word looking around with her wide-open eyes. The two sat before a temple, the light from the moon flickering on their faces as if they looked like a full moon of season.
They swore each other to live the life together in future. While exchanging, she said in fear, 'Dear, don't betray me anyway; I've to commit suicide if you change your decision to marry me. We are very different by caste but the fact is that we fell in love ignoring over sects, subjects, orthodox beliefs and superstations.'
