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❝ I can say with great certainty
and absolute honesty that
I did not know what love was ;
until I knew
what love was not. ❞
-P.T. Berkey.
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Extended description :
After taking a break from his overwhelming career, Cameron Taylor decides to return to his hometown with his parents, and live in some peace. But fate seemed to have other plans when the charming Shayla Sengupta's path crosses with his' and both are forced to take the same journey ; where love starts to blossom.
After battling against their demons and dodging all the curveballs that life throws their way - they finally take a breath of fresh air and swear to give themselves the perfect happily ever after that they could afford in this imperfect world.
But what happens when ghosts from their pasts try to sabotage their present and threaten their future? Will they fight for themselves & strive for their happily ever after or will they give up hope & let the tragedy haunt them?
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SHAYLA'S P.O.VThe water droplets slid over the glass lazily, as if they couldn't be less bothered to submit to the will of gravity.Perhaps it would be fun to sit inside those droplets and make a gravity propelled ride straight to the earth soil, slow slow slow. I laughed quietly to myself at the thought as I opened the window by an inch and stuck my hand out. I tilted my fingers up, watching the remnants of the drops run down my fingers like tiny rivers.I retreated back, leaving the window a bit open so that I could hum quietly to the steady drumming of the raindrops while reading my book.It was how the rainy days were here but I still wasn't quite used to it. Quite a bit of change from the ruthless rhapsody of rain in Mumbai, I had to admit. Ah Mumbai, a place with some of my dearest memories. One of them was me talking about cricket and having steaming cups of tea with Farhan on Mumbai's rainy days, when the rain played orchestra on the cedar roof.But my little bubble of peace
SHAYLA'S P.O.V "Mhmm. Jesus Christ." I whispered as I felt Easton grip my hips harder and press another hot kiss to the scorching skin of my inner thigh, even though we had just finished a round that left both of us quite satisfied."Shay, all my life I was under the influence that you and your family practised Hinduism - and yet here you are, taking Jesus' name. Has my whole life been a lie?" Easton chuckled against my skin and I felt the vibrations pass through my skin."I don't think of which God's name I am taking when a guy goes down on me, Easton."He shook his head, pressing more butterly kisses to my thigh. "Taking God's name while sinning - you're going to go to hell, Sengupta.""Duh. Need to explore the hell of every religion, you see.""Mhm, I don't know if you will see me there, though." He muttered, shooting me a sly smile,"I am such an angel.""Of course, you are.""We are talking about such things while fucking, I can practically see our names being underlined in red in
SHAYLA'S P.O.VThe dinner was nothing short of awkward, for me at least.
SHAYLA'S P.O.VI woke up with this bloody ray of sunlight dancing right on my face ; that had unfortunately escaped the trap of the thick curtains and was somehow successful in wreaking havoc and ruining my elysian sleep.
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"Mom, this is enough. It has only been three days but I am sure I can't reside in the same room as Cameron anymore!" Camille yelled as she stomped into the living room where Tracy was narrating me stories about her teenage.
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"I hope you are not bailing out on me, Cameron," I smiled at him as I joined him on the couch. "You
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"Come on, Mille! Dance! Move your hips. Free your inner enchantress!" I shouted at Mille as she threw her arms up awkwardly and tried to do a hip twist.
SHAYLA'S P.O.VWhen the words tumbled out of Zeke's lips and Cameron seemed to freeze at his words, all I could see was red.