You worshipped Mata Rani in the temple, pious. The sunlight fell on you hair, making you appear radiant, like some divine angel.

You were everything good and pure in the world. After worshipping and giving prasad to the beggars, you walked home when suddenly, someone yanked you into a house.

You were terrified but relaxed seeing a familiar pair of dark eyes.

It was Rocky, With his dark neck length hair, dark eyes, rough beard and tan muscular body. His face rugged as ever.