SHAYLA'S P.O.V When I walked downtown in my little red dress, my heels clicking over the cobblestones, I could hardly contain my excitement. I tried to envision how Caira and Easton would react but then again, I couldn't come up with true, genuine ideas of their reactions because (a) I already knew their reactions to me being engaged with Stan in the past and I wondered if their reactions would be different this time; and (b) they liked Cameron a lot better than they did Stan which probably would also influence their reactions to the news of me being finally engaged to Cameron. I neared our regular little and remarkable hole-in-the-wall place that always served the greatest mimosas. I pushed open the glass door with a white knuckled grip on my handbag to hide my ring from them until the surprise reveal, and found Caira and Easton sitting on the farthest table in the corner of the restaurant. I halted in my tracks, assessing the sight of my two best friends laughing together after wha

CAMERON'S P.O.VI didn't know if being scrutinized and shamed on the internet affected Shayla — she never really seemed to take their comments to heart — but I always fell prey to their cruelty. It was like I was stuck in a loop now — I will have something big happen in my life that changed the trajectory of my entire existence, I either announce or confirm it officially, and then bam! majority of my fan-base took it upon themselves to tear apart the other person included in the event with me, and then tear them apart to shreds until there was nothing left to see.While Shayla didn't pay two shits to the filthy stuff the cruel people said about her online, I read them, always, and felt so sick that I had to stop and take a retreat to the bathroom to throw up. How could such people swear to love me and then tear apart the love of my life? Did they not know that in doing so, they were tearing me apart as well? And most of all, why were people so cruel?It had been over a week since I ha

SHAYLA'S P.O.VI had a lot of expectations built up when my secretary announced that someone was here to meet up with me. For a moment, I thought it was Cameron. For another moment, I thought it was the important investor I had a meeting with this evening, who had turned up early to build a rapport over lunch. And for a few seconds, my heart ached as I imagined… Bryan dropping by, only if to annoy me. It was wishful thinking, but it was very genuine.Out of all the things I had expected, seeing my daadi clasped in a neatly pleated saree, and a cane in her right hand that had flames painted on it was the last thing I had expected."Look at you," My grandmother commented as she shook her hair, tapped on my glass door, and then lifted her cane and put it forward, walking towards me. I was still gaping in shock. "You've become so thin. Business so hard? No time to eat?""Daadi!" I exclaimed, shooting up from my seat as I instantly ran to her, and she gave me a side-eyed glare as I held he

SHAYLA'S P.O.V"Take a left! I said 'left'!" Caira yelled over the phone and I inched the phone away from my ear, trying not to get my eardrums burst. "I took a left, Car, but I cannot see any russet colored doors." I said, shaking my head as I looked around, trying hard to pinpoint any such colored doors. But I failed miserably. "You must be so blind," She cursed over the phone, and then there was shuffling of feet. I heard a few hushed conversations in the background before Car came back on the phone, cursing enough to send even a sailor running and blushing. "Oh no. Turns out I am the blind one. It's apparently not orange but a green colored door? Can you find any green colored door in your vicinity or should I come get you at the crossing?"I turned my head around to take a look, and sure enough, there was a brightly painted green colored door standing proudly about ten feet away from me. "You don't need to step out and ruin your pretty little feet, princess. I located the door.

CAMERON'S P.O.V"Do you think he will be happy to see me?" A familiar voice wondered out loud from somewhere to my right, and I resisted myself from opening my eyes. If I pretended to be asleep, I could hear more of the conversation anyway."He is your brother, Camille," Shayla's voice flooded in, and under the covers, my fingers twitched. Camille? Camille? She was here? Why didn't she tell me she was coming? "Of course, he will be happy.""Ey," Camille said, poking my shoulder. I stayed put. Then, she ripped the covers from my body and gave me such a hard shove that elicited a sharp gasp from me. My eyes flew open. I was caught anyway. Camille's eyes settled on me, grinning brightly. "I knew you were awake!""Even if I was awake, you had no right to wake me up!"Mille frowned at me. "That doesn't even make sense!""You don't make sense!"Beside us, Shayla rolled her eyes. "Typical siblings," She murmured. Then, she leaned in, and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "Good morning, babe."I in