Aanya’s POV: 2 weeks have passed since the ball, and today, I am very bored since I don’t have anything to do. I don’t have the energy to read books, cook, or go out, but I have the energy to be childish. My idea of childishness is getting high on sugar and pulling pranks on others. So that is exactly what I have been doing right now, but I am confused as to whom to prank. I can’t prank Ryan – he is busy, can’t prank Charlotte – she is also busy, can’t prank Ashley or Naomi – they are both busy with their boyfriends… … … Cooper and Max [Evan’s dog] came in wagging their tails. I haven’t seen them in ages. We became kind of close when I started living here. I have a very good relationship with Cooper and a love-hate relationship with Max, let’s just say Max is less accommodating sometimes. That’s when I had an idea of whom to prank. Evan has been working overnight since the night after the ball, maybe even before that, but I don’t know. So, as a good wife, I should let him rest, but

Aanya’s POV: “I am home!!” “Father/Mother is home” “I have to go back home” Sometimes, people use the word home so many times that the word loses its meaning and feeling. As I have read in many stories, a home is not a building with 4 concrete walls and 3 levels full of many different rooms with different purposes. Rather, it is where you feel like you belong. Some people find it right next to them while others find it by travelling to different places to get that feeling. In simple words, home is where we find a meaning to define ourselves and who we believe ourselves to be. At the age of 16, I found my home to be in books – thanks to Ashley. Ashely Shoved It Ends With Us by Colleen Hoover. She was obsessed with that book, but I didn’t like the ending. When I knew there is going to be a second book called It Starts With Us, I was more than excited and when I read the story from Atlas's side I knew It Ends With Us ended the right way. I felt like Lily’s mom stayed because 1. she c

Aanya’s POV: I think I am dead. It is not the best statement in the world, but nonetheless, it is the truth. The last thing I remember is the unbearable pain in my shoulder, and trying to move my shoulder now seems like a bad idea since I can still feel the unbearable pain. I don’t know if it is a good sign, but I am not dead. Do I pity myself? Maybe. Looking back, it was a hard week. Fuck that, it has been a hard life. If my life was put in a graph people could probably see how bad my life went but I know out there, there is someone who went through more pain than me. More torture than me. My eyes felt heavy like it was stuck together with super glue. I heard the continuous sound of the heart machine beeping. The things I would like to do to that machine. The bed I was in felt like stone, it was the most uncomfortable bed I have ever slept in. With a bit more determination and strength, I opened my eyes to a ceiling that is made of polystyrene square laid on a grid frame. The lights

Aanya’s POV: As soon as we reached NYC, we booked a hotel for a week and got some rest. The flight was tiring. We thankfully got a room together for all of us and the first day was spent cooped up in our hotel room, eating junk food and watching different series. The next afternoon we were all charged up and all of us were struck by the energy and excitement of the city. We spent the whole day exploring Times Square, taking in the bright lights and crowded streets. We sampled street food and shopped at local boutiques, taking advantage of the unique experience that NYC had to offer. On the third day, we visited the Metropolitan Museum of Art, walked through central park and took a ferry to see the Statue of Liberty. We again tried new foods and explored different neighbourhoods, taking in the sight and sounds of the city. As time went on, we all bonded with each other very well, I and Ann also bonded well over our common interest in designing. I bet we all looked like 5 crazy teen

Aanya’s POV: I can’t stop it. The fire is dominating my whole body, not stopping one moment. My body and heart are working against my brain and my consciousness. Yet I have never felt so passionate about anything more in my life. “No. Not Today. Not EVER. Right now, I am going to use you, and nothing or nobody is going to be able to stop me.” We are crossing a dangerous line. A very dangerous one. If we go on to do this, it will end up as nothing but a one-night stand and the rest of the months as awkward. But the lust and passion we feel for one another is uncontrollable. I was leaning against the kitchen island with my long hair wrapped tightly around his hand. He is looking at me like he is studying me, every inch of my face. He is fully clothed yet I can feel his throbbing dick pressed against my wet cunt. All those years of dreaming about my first time turned into nothing on that night and I never let myself feel another touch from another man. Today I want to feel it. All of