"No, we can't handle this relationship anymore, we both have different commitments, different aspirations,different priorities. It's better to end it here, before it gets too late and we go much ahead!" He spoke to me with his calm and soothing voice but now it was spilling venom to my love life "But I thought we loved each other? And love is all about adjustments and sacrifices, can't we balance pur personal and professional life and all the while take care of our blooming relationship?" I pleaded and tried my best to melt him but...my pleads went to deaf ears. "I didn't said, Love anywhere talking to you and it's almost impossible for me to handle this relationship along with taking care of my duties, it's better we break up!" He crossed the limit now as he almost shouted on me. "I didn't said Love either! Fine, let's break up!" I couldn't control myself and bursted on him. Our so called love story ends here. *Did it really end? Or was it the beginning of something undiscovered?*