An eternal love story

An eternal love story

There was a small town. And there was a boy who loved a girl very much. The girl was a Muslim and the boy was a Hindu. The boy repeatedly expressed his love but the girl rejected because this world, this society would not understand this love. Both of them had no other option.
Riot had struck that time although there was no good reason for the riot between Hindus and Muslims. It just started. It was blood all over. One day the boy found that girl in a dark alley. She was smeared with blood. The boy picked her up and took her to the hospital. The doctor in the hospital was a friend of this boy so there was no dearth of treatment. The girl, however, needed a lot of blood. The boy got his blood group tested and donated blood to the girl. While donating blood the boy experienced an unusual feeling. More than the pleasure of coitus he felt a satisfaction which was impossible to describe in words.
When the girl regained consciousness she saw the boy. Her eyes swelled up with tears. The boy wiped her tears and said, "Every drop of tear rolling down your eyes is more precious than a drop of blood dripping from my heart."
Later, the boy was returning home along a dark alley when a gang of Muslims caught him and took him to a graveyard. The boy asked, "Why are you killing me?" One Muslim answered, "A boy from your area has made this graveyard unholy so we are taking revenge."