Sigh, I'm sitting here, (in agony) as I write an essay due in 12 hours, 8 of which I hope will include sleep, and my mood is slowly declining in a manner reminiscent of my frantic yet much-delayed exam cramming a few weeks ago. As the novel careens toward an explosive and shocking finale, only one thing is certain: a love this devastating has no happy ending. And yet, they cannot stop what feels so incredibly right. They know their relationship is wrong and cannot possibly continue.
Their clandestine romance quickly blooms into deep, desperate love.
So close, in fact, that they have fallen in love. And the stress of their lives-and the way they understand each other so completely-has also also brought them closer than two siblings would ordinarily be. As defacto parents to the little ones, Lochan and Maya have had to grow up fast. Together they have stepped in for their alcoholic, wayward mother to take care of their three younger siblings. Seventeen-year-old Lochan and sixteen-year-old Maya have always felt more like friends than siblings. He is seventeen gorgeous and on the brink of a bright future. She is pretty and talented - sweet sixteen and never been kissed.
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