Sheila's POV: "Write a short note about PN junction diode and Zenor diode and how to differentiate them by their special characters?" Professor Satz Bakshi gave us an assignment and told us to complete it within a period. Based on this score, he is going to give us internal marks. I took the pencil and pen from my bag and started to draw a PN junction diode. It was so simple.  First I drew two parallel lines and connected them with a resistor and a battery and started to write my own theory of PN junction diode. 

 Quinn's POV:  When Kevin informed me about they were stalked by someone, my mind dragged me to the past where I would have lost my cousin a year ago and I began to panic.  Kevin tracked his location and the green light in his phone was blinking constantly around the forest, without wasting another second Kevin drove the car towards our destination.  I haven't got a second to relax, my mind is not steady. I swear if anything happens to anyone I will not forgive myself for being careless. I promised his mother the day we left our country that I will take care of him but seems I kinda failed m

 Sheila's POV: He cupped my face and wiped my tears which were running through my cheeks like an Angel Fall. He brought his forehead to mine, his mini breath caressed my cheeks lovingly. "I thought I lost you." He barely whispered. "But I'm still alive for you." I smiled at him. He let out a small chuckle and pecked my lips. "You must be otherwise I would hunt the whole world down." his facial expression changed into serious when he said those words as he meant every sentence. "Harry!"

 Harry's POV: Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into the month but still, she hasn't decided to open her eyes.  My heart ached whenever I saw her pale face which has never failed to shine even in difficult situations, but now it lost all its color and staying on the bed silently for over a month. The doctor informed me that there is a low chance of her waking up but I have a hope which stained in the corner of my heart that she will make it.  Everyone gave up on her even my mind said to let her go th

 A small girl maybe 3 or 4 years old chased behind the flying butterfly very eager to catch the butterfly in her hand but it fled away in front of her eyes. She got frustrated but the feeling poured down through her cheeks in the form of tears. She went home with teary eyes and when her mom asked what happened she explained everything as to how the butterfly flew away. Her mom smiled looking at the innocent child and said, "She is gonna kill that butterfly for being rude towards her precious daughter." The little kid threw her mom an innocent look and said, "I don't want the butterfly to get killed. I like it, mo