LOGINShayla Sengupta is the type of woman who has that razor-sharp smile, a devil-may-care attitude and has the type of beauty that poets write sonnets about. She knows it and also knows just how to use all of it to get what she wants. But after a handful of most unfortunate incidents where she almost ends up drowning in the dangerous waters she tried to tread on ; Shayla faces the danger of dying due to thirst. Does a certain blue eyed boy with the voice of a nightingale prove to be the water for Shayla when she is stuck in the desert?
View MoreTHIRD PERSON'S P.O.VBryan's attention was solely fixed on the bottle of whiskey that he had clutched in his hands -- what had happened to him? What had become of him? Was he even someone that he wanted to be around for real or was it all just pretenses? He didn't know anymore -- the line between his sanity and insanity had shifted and blurred
THIRD PERSON'S P.O.VBryan's attention was solely fixed on the bottle of whiskey that he had clutched in his hands -- what had happened to him? What had become of him? Was he even someone that he wanted to be around for real or was it all just pretenses? He didn't know anymore -- the line between his sanity and insanity had shif
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"This one has been sent for you, from that gentleman over there," The bartender commented, as I looked over at the drink and in the direction that the bar-keeper pointed. With a polite smile, I slid the glass sideways a little on the counter, a gentle way of showing that I wasn't interested -- for the hundredth ti
CAMERON'S P.O.VDinner turned out to be a longer affair than what I had initially suspected. But for once, when I had been dragged for an activity I wasn't keen on doing -- I was