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147 | the accident.
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CAMERON'S P.O.VIt was the paparazzi. I knew it now. The paparazzi was the reason we got into the accident.Our driver, Dame, who was highly injured but was still the one to get back consciousness faster than Shayla had, was making me worried. Shayla was still unconscious — and in the operation theater, the seatbelt had dug into her skin so deep that we had to pull her from the car with the seat belt attached, as in, we had to essentially tear the seat belt from the car. There was a huge gash on her forehead that was oozing blood when I carried her out of the car, but apparently the doctors had found a huge blow on her head too. It must have smashed into the ceiling, they said when they were reeling her in. I cried. What else could I do? I got out with a broken arm, multiple non-fatal gashes. I was in a private room, staring out the window — wondering why Shayla hadn't woken up yet when Dame had.When he had woken up, the first that Dame had said was paparazzi. "They are the cause of
A Handful Of Stars 149 | natasha or akash?
SHAYLA'S P.O.VI gained consciousness after a whole day, they said. And counting today, I had been here for three days now.The doctors tried to figure out what exactly had gone wrong with me to lose my consciousness for twenty four hours — but they found nothing wrong. I had plenty of abrasions on my skin because of the windshield glass piercing my skin, I had muscle and tissue wounds due to the seat belt digging into my skin, and I apparently had gotten a blow to the head as well — resulting in a concussion and some kinda… serious blood loss. I had a broken ankle, hairline fractures on my arm — but everything else was good. I had just given the doctors, my family, and everyone a good scare — because getting a trauma to the head and then slipping into a state of unconsciousness for over twenty four hours was apparently not the most assuring combination. But it was all okay — because my baby was safe.With my free hand, I scrolled through the multiple unanswered emails on my phone, t
A Handful Of Stars 150 | the years after — the epilogue.
SHAYLA'S P.O.VTwo years later…I got into my car, finally catching a break since the morning from when I first stepped foot into my office — and I heaved a sigh. My designated driver drove me to our destination — the Sengupta-Taylor residence, which was so devoid of grandeur and striking quality from the outside that never in your wildest dreams would you even think that one of the biggest pop stars of this decade was staying happily in that house as a house-husband.Cameron's third album, Will There Ever Be A Tomorrow? sold one point five million units in the first week, breaking and surpassing all records. The album is still on the top 100 billboards chart, two years later, and was a critically acclaimed album that swept up nine grammys and tons of the other awards. Cameron was named as the artist of the year, and had broken the record of getting the most awards internationally for a single album in a year. To say that I was proud of him was an understatement. I gestured to the dri
A Handful Of Stars 00 | epigraph
━━━━━━ ❝ 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. ━━━━━━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
A Handful Of Stars 01 | rain, come again another day.
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
A Handful Of Stars 02 | adiós , tonto niño.
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
A Handful Of Stars 03 | too much of beauty should be considered illegal.
SHAYLA'S P.O.VThe dinner was nothing short of awkward, for me at least.
A Handful Of Stars 04 | not giving a shit.
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.
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