"And after all the struggles, it was the love which mattered. The eyes might have lost the sparks, for the tears that clouded. But the happiness which reflected, could be felt from miles away. Living the life which they dreamt together, there was no sign of remorse, for dreams are just the unrealistic truths, a tragedy to those who feels. To love each other was what they wanted, and what they will always want. But as said, some stories are better left unfinished...."

Love in a gang life is never easy, specially where emotions and enemies are always hidden. So, what happens when love hides as an enemy?