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It all sounded like a soap opera from the TV.





A young male college student fell in love with a girl who was also his distant relative.





The girl returned his affections, and so they both decided to get married...





It could have been a perfect match...but





The girl's parents found a wrinkle...the boy wasn't of "pure" blood.





His mother was not of his father's ethnic group and therefore that made the children from that union, mixed.





And "mixed" males weren't thought of as good matches to pure blooded girls...





So the girl's family said "NO".



To make things worse, they forcibly engaged her to a "pure" blooded guy for exactly the same mahr that the first young man's family was offering...





The young man was understandably distraught.





So what if he was "mixed"? What was wrong with that? He did well in school and soon he had a prospect of a job waiting for him.





The girl's engagement to the other man became official; the young man increasingly became more withdrawn. He wouldn't talk to anyone.





"He'll get over it, " they all said. They would never know the extent of his anguish. Until much later.






Then one day, weeks before the wedding, he made a decision.





If she could not be his, then let no one else have her.





He decided to go visit an aunt, when he heard that the girl was there too. It was a chance he couldn't afford to miss.




So there she was. It wasn't a comfortable situation.




He looked at her with all the love and longing that he honestly had for her. Could he do it to her, could he? He knew it was all uncalled for, but he knew he didn't want anyone else to have her.



He had to act. Now.




The aunt went to the kitchen to attend to the cooking, and left the pair in the living room. She didn't suspect anything. She trusted them.




Then he suddenly grabbed the girl's arm and took her to the nearest room and locked himself and her inside.




He took a long look at her for the last time, as she pleaded him to stop what he was about to do.






It flashed in his hands. A gun wouldn't do in his circumstance. So he chose this. A grenade.




It all happened too quickly.





They found the couple too blown up to recognize them. The walls were splattered a gory red. They all gathered up what was left of the two. Two small body bags filled with bits and pieces of flesh and blood and bones.




The story would go round the university as an urban legend for years. If I would ever hear anyone mention "The Romeo and Juliet of the University," I know it would definitely be them.



It's creepy but I live with the knowledge that my cousins were the victims of a selfish society.