For two years, Sneha had to swallow this same bitter pain every time it was time to part ways. Even patience has its limits! If you spend the most beautiful moments only to be pushed back into trauma every single time, you eventually start to snap. If those partings trigger past wounds and change the way you act, is it really logical to label you 'insane' instead of trying to understand 'why'? Sneha sighed; who would even answer these? She had wanted to spend the rest of her life simply holding onto him, choosing silence over a thousand questions. Why was even that too much to ask of fate? Why did her quiet devotion irritate the world so much? Why does life not allow even that? Why was her simple happiness such an eyesore to the world? There is no answer; there is no one who can give these answers...