Hana’s POV

“Kiss me,” he said again, and I looked at him in bewilderment.

“Uh… what?” I whispered, still not believing what he had asked.

“You said you’ll do anything, right?” he asked, and I nodded slightly.

“Then kiss me. I tried once, but you pushed me away… so now, you have to kiss me,” he said, and I stared at him with wide eyes.

How can I kiss him? I mean… I don’t have that much courage to kiss him. I’ll faint if I try!

“Uhm… Ma… Maan… If… if you… want to… k-kiss… m-me… th-then… you ca-can… kiss… me,” I somehow managed to stutter out and looked down, my cheeks heating up.

“No… you have to kiss me,” he insisted, and from the corner of my eye, I saw him smirking.

Then he started stepping closer to me, and I took a step back. My heartbeat sped up. He didn’t stop, and I didn’t either, until my back hit the wall. He trapped me between the wall and himself.

“You have to kiss me right now. If you don’t, then I’m not going to talk to you again,” he threatened, placing both his hands on the wall beside me. I looked up at him.

Ya Allah! Ye mai kahan phas gayi? (Oh God! Where have I gotten myself stuck?) How can I kiss him? It’s different if he kisses me, but me… uff, Allah help me!

I was screaming for help in my mind.

“Ma… Maan… I won’t stop you… you can… k-kiss… me,” I stammered, looking down at his chest.

“I said you have to kiss me. I’m not going to do that,” he said stubbornly.

Ughhh… why is he so stubborn? Can’t he see I’m a girl… how can I do that?

I looked up at him and saw the smirk still playing on his lips as he looked down at me. I knew he was doing this on purpose—to take revenge. I had stopped him from kissing me, so now, I had to kiss him as my way of saying sorry.

I took a deep breath and looked up into his eyes.

Okay Hana… you can do this, I encouraged myself silently.

“Hana, I don’t have all day. If you don’t want to, then it’s okay,” he said and was about to turn away when I grabbed his face and…

And…

And… I placed my lips on his.

His eyes widened. But before he could react, I pulled back and looked down. My cheeks were burning, and my heart felt like it would burst out of my chest any second. He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he spoke.

“What was that?” he asked, and I looked up at him, frowning.

“K-kiss…” I said, then looked down again. But then I heard him chuckling, so I looked up at him again.

“That was not a kiss. That’s called a peck. You just gave me a peck,” he said, looking at me.

Huh???

“Uh… what?” I asked, confused.

“You don’t know how to kiss, do you?” he asked in surprise, stepping even closer. I lowered my gaze to his chest and placed my hands there.

“I’ll show you what a kiss really is,” he said. Then, he wrapped one arm around my waist and placed the other behind my neck, pulling me closer.

My eyes widened when I felt his lips on mine.

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Rumaan’s POV

When I told her to kiss me—God! Her face was worth watching. She turned red like a beetroot.

If I had said that to any other girl in America, I would've already been in bed with her. But this girl is different. Honestly, I was enjoying her shyness.

And when she said I could kiss her—stammering like a scared little bird—I almost laughed at her frightened expression. She couldn’t even say the word “kiss” properly without stuttering. So, I thought she would never be able to do it. I smiled and gave one last attempt to scare her off; the chances were slim, but still, I tried. I didn’t mean it when I said I wouldn't talk to her. It was just a threat, and I turned to leave. But then—my Allah! It worked... my threat actually worked. And the next thing I knew, I felt her soft lips on mine.

My eyes widened. I thought she could never kiss me, but she proved me wrong. She kissed me—or should I say, she pecked me.

Yes! She placed her lips on mine, and before I could react, she pulled away. I groaned inwardly and looked at her. Her face was red from blushing, and her eyes were fixed on the floor. It took me a few moments to process what had just happened. When I came to my senses, I asked,

“What was that?”

She looked up at me.

“Ki...kiss,” she replied, then looked down again. A chuckle escaped my mouth.

Like, seriously! This girl thought that was a kiss? That was a peck. No one had ever given me a peck before, but she just did.

“That was not a kiss… it’s called a peck… you just gave me a peck, Hans,” I said, still in disbelief.

“Uh...what?” she asked, confused.

And I looked at her, surprised. It meant she didn’t know how to kiss.

“You don’t know how to kiss, huh?” I asked, stepping closer. When she looked down and placed her hands on my chest, I got my answer. That’s when my heart skipped a beat, and I became even more eager to kiss her.

“I’ll show you how to kiss,” I whispered. With that, I wrapped one arm around her tiny waist, placed the other behind her neck, and pulled her toward me. Then I pressed my lips against hers.

A soft gasp escaped her throat. Her eyes widened as I kissed her open-mouthed. Her heartbeat quickened—I could feel it. She didn’t respond for a few seconds, but then slowly closed her eyes and placed both hands on my shoulders, beginning to move her lips in response. For the first time, I felt something shift inside my heart. My heartbeat sped up—just like hers.

I kissed her with passion, and she—my poor girl—was trying hard to match my pace. I could tell she was so innocent, even through the kiss I could feel her shyness. I was so lost in the moment that I didn’t realize she had become breathless until she dug her nails into my shoulder. I instantly pulled back.

I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against hers. We were both breathing heavily. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and saw Hana looking at me with a shy smile. When our eyes met, she looked down, smiling. A wide grin spread across my face too.

“So... this is called a kiss. A proper kiss,” I whispered in her ear, and she instantly hugged me, hiding her face in my chest. A chuckle escaped my lips.

After a few minutes, I gently pulled her back and wrapped both my arms around her waist while she played with the buttons of my shirt.

“Hmmm... toh... congratulations,” I said, smiling.

“For what?” she asked in a low tone.

“For your first kiss,” I said. The smile on my face didn’t fade for even a second—until she shook her head.

“Umm... hmm,” she shook her head. My smile dropped, and I raised my eyebrows questioningly.

“Huh?” I asked.

“Not the first... it was the second kiss,” she told me, and something inside me snapped. I immediately pulled away, removing my hands from her.

What!? That means she had kissed someone before? I thought I was her first kiss—but no, I wasn’t!!

I didn’t even know why, but I felt disappointed and hurt knowing she had kissed someone else.

I stepped back and was about to turn around when suddenly, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me toward her. I was startled.

“My dear husband... no need to be jealous,” she said with a smirk.

“Hana, remove your hands. I’m getting late,” I said without meeting her gaze. She pulled me closer.

“Okay... you can go. But let me finish my sentence first,” she said with a smile. I didn’t look at her or say anything.

“My first kiss, my second kiss, and every kiss in the future… it’s all only with you,” she said, and I turned to her immediately.

“What do you mean? You just said this wasn’t your first kiss. That means you’ve kissed before. Either you’re lying that this is your second kiss, or you’re lying that I’m your first. Now tell me—what’s true?” I asked, my voice a bit louder. But she just smiled and nodded.

“Both are true.”

“Hana... don’t play with me,” I warned, but she giggled. I huffed.

“I’m going,” I said and tried again to remove her hands, but the stubborn girl wouldn’t budge. I glared at her.

“Okay, sorry... tell me. Do you remember, before you left for the USA, you came to my room?” she asked. I thought for a moment and nodded.

“That day, you gave me my first kiss,” she said, and then it hit me.

Yes!! I remembered. I had gone to her room, and she was crying badly that day. And before leaving, I kissed her on the lips.

A sigh of relief escaped my mouth, and a small smile appeared on my lips. I was lost in the past when I suddenly felt Hana’s lips on mine again.

I looked at her—her eyes were closed—and she was kissing me softly. I wrapped both my hands around her waist and pushed her against the wall, kissing her passionately again. And again, I didn’t know why, but I felt immensely happy knowing we were each other’s first kiss.

I left her lips and kissed her chin, then made my way down to her throat. A soft moan escaped her lips, making me want her even more. I kissed her neck repeatedly.

“Maan...” she moaned, her eyes tightly shut. She tilted her head to give me better access. Her hand found its way to my hair and tugged it. I groaned and bit her neck.

“Aah... Maan,” she moaned louder as I bit again. I kissed her neck all over.

We were completely lost—until we heard the ringtone. My eyes snapped open, and I moved back. We were both breathing heavily. Her eyes were still closed. She rested her head on my chest, and a smile touched my lips. I calmed my nerves and pulled out my phone.

Alex.

It was Alex. Huh! I answered while stroking Hana’s hair with one hand.

“What?” I asked a little harshly.

“Dude! Where are you!?” Alex yelled on the other end.

“Home,” I replied without thinking, my eyes on Hana.

“What!? Did you forget Ellen is here?” he said, and my eyes widened. I had completely forgotten I was supposed to meet Elle—she was here for my birthday.

“What!? I mean, I’m coming. Bye,” I said and cut the call. Hana moved back and looked at me, confused.

“I have to go,” I said, and her face fell—while a small smirk appeared on my lips.

“We can continue what we started when I return,” I whispered. She looked down, smiling, and unwrapped her arms from around me. I let her go.

“Okay, bye,” I said and turned to leave but stopped when I heard Hana call my name.

“Maan, wait.” I turned and saw her walking to the couch and picking up the shirt she had brought.

“Please wear this shirt,” she pleaded with her eyes, and I couldn’t refuse after such a beautiful moment. I nodded and walked toward her.

“Okay... but you have to put it on me yourself,” I said with a smirk, and her eyes widened.

“Uh... no, ha—”

“Yes, ha,” I said, and she shook her head and tried to run, but I caught her hand and pulled her back.

She pleaded with her eyes, but I gave her a look that said, I’m not listening to anything. She pouted.

“Hana, I’m getting late... come on,” I said and wrapped my arms around her again. Hesitantly, she started unbuttoning half of my shirt without making eye contact. I smiled at her flushed face.

She looked so adorable and cute.

Hana stopped and looked up. “It’s enough, Maan... please, I can’t do this,” she said pleadingly, and I chuckled.

“Aww... but you have to. You want me to wear this, na? So…”

“You’re so stubborn,” she whined.

“Am I?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. She nodded, pouting like a child.

“Do you remember? Once I told you that you can’t handle me, and you replied with determination—‘I can, Maan... just give me a chance.’ So here it is. I gave you the chance. Now prove that you can handle me.”

“Huff.” She sighed, thinking for a moment, then a smirk appeared on her lips. I looked at her, confused.

“Okay... close your eyes,” she said. I raised an eyebrow.

“Close!” she said again. I shrugged and closed my eyes. I felt her hands unbuttoning my shirt. I peeked slightly—her eyes were closed too.

Smart girl.

She was shy to see me without a shirt, so she told me to close my eyes just so she could close hers too without me noticing.

She carefully removed the shirt from my shoulders without even touching me. I smiled and shook my head.

“Can I open my eyes?” I asked, staring at her.

“No!” she said instantly and leaned down to grab the black shirt from the table. Her hands were just inches from it. I picked it up and slowly moved it closer to her hand. She grabbed it and slipped it onto me, then started buttoning it.

I leaned close to her ear. “Now you can open your eyes,” I whispered. She startled, and her eyes snapped open.

“You didn’t close your eyes!” she accused.

“Why did you close yours?” I asked. By then, she had finished buttoning my shirt.

“Um... uh...” she opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say, so she closed it.

“Fine... I’m forgiving you this time for cheating, but not next time,” I said firmly. She bit her lips, eyes still on the floor.

Ugh... Rumaan, you’re getting late. I shook my head to get rid of the bad thoughts that returned seeing her biting her lip. I sighed.

“Okay, bye,” I said and walked out. I heard her voice behind me.

“Take care.”

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