I was not myself when it all happened. He had always loved me more than I did to him but my fascinating fortune faltered. The sky uprooted, grounds tore apart, my shallow heart cracked open and got sealed in my chest with a load too heavy to carry. I was living in the prison of grudges, agony, hope and the remaining love I, we still had. All I wanted was answers to free myself and move on but.... Was I seeking answers to move on or to hold harder to it? Was it that even after my destiny had been so brutal to me I still trusted it to be in my favour or was it because I knew that he had loved me with all his heart and soul, and that the separation was not bound to happen otherwise, only if I could change it and fix it. Could I really challenge DESTINY with LOVE even after unravelling all those secrets? The secrets hard to believe but true...