As his body slowly recovered from the physical ordeal, Rohan was thrown into an emotional tempest. He would often find himself idly tracing the fading scar that bisected his abdomen, a tactile symbol of an experience so fantastical it felt plucked straight from a science fiction novel. Every time his fingertips brushed against the healing wound, it was a harsh reminder of a reality that was too surreal to digest. 

How was he supposed to accommodate this newfound information within the parameters of his understanding? This revelation about his own anatomy, his own existence, that brutally contradicted everything he had believed about himself?

His thoughts churned with existential inquiries, provoking a reevaluation of his life. Every memory, every experience was subjected to scrutiny, viewed through the refractive lens of his astonishing reality. Was he, as he had always known, just Rohan – the unassuming farmer tending to his crops under the sweltering Indian sun? Or was he something more, something complex? Was he also his own twin – an underdeveloped entity who had silently shared his existence, hidden away in the shadows of his body?