The young man was the murderer. He had his reason behind the murder (Maybe the rights for his eyes). No one ever knew that he was the murderer. The girl started to love him, the so called unconditional love. Never she tried to grab…

“I am raped, brutally raped.. Media are celebrating me..” . . “Oh ! thank God.. It’s not me..” Is this not the first feeling flooding into your mind reading newspapers or watching television news? Then we all sympathize or empathize.. That’s all we can do…