CAMERON'S P.O,VMy eyes followed Shayla's small, understanding smile — her lips tipping up in a faint smile, her eyes sparkling with a little more mirth than usual — and then she stood on her tip-toe, pressing a kiss to my cheek."Okay."A small word, a four-letter small word that had my heart warming up — a small word that flickered the hope in me. Maybe we could work out, after all.As I watched Shayla guide a nervous Stan away from the crowd, I sighed, feeling hopeful all of a sudden.But it was very short-lived when my eyes trained on the red-haired woman standing a few feet away from me, her green eyes on me — and when she caught me looking, she raised her glass in a greeting.I gulped nervously. Why was she here?What could she possibly want?"Cameron Taylor," Amber smiled at me,"Look at you — don't you look fancy.""What do you want, Amber?"She laughed a little. "Why so formal, Cam?""Because it's you — a woman who probably didn't think twice before betraying me and cheating on

SHAYLA'S P.O.V We were all packed up for Mumbai. In two days — I would know all about the mystery. And I would know if Stan was lying or not. 

SHAYLA'S P.O.VI knocked furiously at the door of Taylor residence. Tracy opened the door, and I moulded my scowl into a soft smile, and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Hello," I flashed her a bright smile,"I suppose I am not disturbing.. am I?""Oh sweetie," Tracy dismissed me with a wave of her hand,"No you're not, come on in.""You seem to be in a hurry?" She added as my eyes scanned for Cameron."Yeah.." I replied, sighing,"Cameron is here, isn't he?""Well," She shrugged,"You have to tell me first — did you two have a fight or..?""Yeah, kind of," I cleared my throat,"He, um, refused to be.. friends anymore."There was a pause. "So.. did you just accept it?"I gulped. "Would it be wrong of me if I said no?"She sighed, a sigh that leaned heavily on the sigh-of-relief scale. "Thank goodness. Thank God that you're such a wise girl."I smiled nervously. Cameron. Cameron. Cameron. That was the only thing resonating in my head."He is in his room. Go."I stalked towards his room —

SHAYLA'S P.O.V "Stan, stop! You're hurting me!" The floor seemed

SHAYLA'S P.O.V"You look absolutely stunning," Cameron whispered, his hot breath trailing the side of my face as I giggled. "You don't look half bad yourself," I chuckled, nudging his shoulder lightly with mine to warn him to maintain distance. He cleared his throat and took a step back, with me flashing him a sly smile that mirrored thousands of promises that I intended to keep -- of sneaky kisses and racy heartbeats."So, is there any sort of.. protocol I need to keep in mind?""Yeah," I stated, turning to face him,"Don't look at any one of the opposite gender. Don't talk. Just keep smiling, don't be a picky eater, pretend to listen to everything, and oh- compliment the food."He gaped. "Shall I not breathe too?""Mhm well," I clicked my tongue,"You can breathe, but not too hard or they might call you rude for disruption of the atmosphere at the dinner table.""That's some tough stuff," He shook his head, laughing,"But really, I am so anxious that I feel like moving to a remote town