26. Your my secret. / Date

Hana’s POV

Maan dragged me to his room and slammed the door behind us. He looked angry, and I didn’t understand why.

“What happened?” I asked, placing my hand on his arm. He didn’t respond and instead turned his back to me.

“Maan… why are you ang—” I was saying, but he suddenly turned around and grabbed both my arms, pulling me toward him.

“Why did you let him touch you?! Why didn’t you push him away when he pulled you closer?!” he yelled, and I closed my eyes tightly. I was scared now—he had never yelled like this before.

“Look at me!” he said, lifting my chin. I opened my eyes to look at him.

“Jaan…” I cupped his face, trying to calm him down, but he jerked my hands away, cutting me off.

“Don’t Jaan me, Hana!” he shouted and pulled me even closer, holding both my arms tightly. His grip hurt so badly that I couldn’t hold back my tears—but I didn’t say a word. I wanted him to let all his anger out.

“YOU. ARE. MINE!! Did you hear me? You are mine, Hana!” he declared, and I kept staring into his eyes silently.

“Only I have the right to touch you. To feel you. To come close to you. Because you are mine. You belong to me,” he said, cupping my face. Our noses were touching. His emotions were written all over his face today, making my heartbeat quicken.

“I loved you! I love you! And I will always love you! I was yours, I am yours, and I will be yours! As long as my heart beats, it belongs to you!” I declared, tears filling my eyes as I cupped his face. He was staring into my eyes, and suddenly, his expression softened. A beautiful smile appeared on his face.

He leaned in and crushed his lips against mine. I moved my hands from his face to his hair and kissed him back. He held the back of my head and deepened the kiss. Our kiss turned intense and passionate.

I was kissing him as if I was telling him that I meant every word I said. He kissed me like he was claiming me again—that I was his, and only he had rights over me.

“Come to my room tonight,” he whispered breathlessly after pulling back, his forehead resting against mine, making my cheeks flush with heat.

“But Maan…”

“No buts. No excuses. I want you, Hana,” he said firmly, not letting me finish.

“Will you?” he asked, looking into my eyes. I lowered my gaze shyly and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him.

“Okay,” I whispered with a shy smile and hid my face in his chest.

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Rumaan’s POV

I was in my room, sitting on the bed, playing some random game on my phone while waiting for Hana.

After dinner, I came straight to my room, waiting impatiently for her—but two hours passed, and she still hadn’t come.

“God, Hana… where are you?” I muttered to myself and stood up to go check her room.

As I reached her room, I heard laughter and giggles. I peeked inside and saw Hana sitting with all the children, Fathima, and Muneeb, playing cards.

“You’re out!” Fathima yelled at Muneeb.

“No, I’m not!” Muneeb argued. They both started bickering, while Hana and the kids were busy sneakily swapping their cards. I stood in the doorway, arms crossed over my chest.

Suddenly, Hana looked up as if she felt my gaze. Our eyes met. I raised my eyebrows, and she pouted, shrugging her shoulders. I gestured with my eyes, tilting my head slightly, telling her to come to my room. Her eyes widened slightly, and she shook her head.

I narrowed my eyes at her and mouthed sternly, Now, before walking away so no one else could notice.

I came back to my room and sat on the couch, waiting again. About half an hour later, I heard the soft click of the door handle.

I stood up and turned, seeing her walk in nervously, locking the door behind her. A smile crept to my lips, but I quickly hid it and pretended to be angry.

She came in front of me, but I turned my back toward her and crossed my arms.

“Maan…” she called softly, but I didn’t turn.

“Why did you even come? Go play with them,” I said coldly, not looking at her.

“Maan… sorry,” she said, popping her head from behind me and holding her ears in apology. I glanced at her from the corner of my eyes. She was giving me puppy eyes and pouting. I couldn’t resist anymore. I turned and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. She gasped softly.

“I’m not going to forgive you… you made me wait for too long…” I paused and leaned toward her ear, whispering, “I will punish you.”

Her brows furrowed. “Wha… what punishment?” she stuttered nervously.

“You’ll find out soon,” I said, removing her dupatta and tossing it onto the couch. She shivered slightly as my lips connected with her bare neck.

I began kissing her neck, making her moan my name. She tilted her head back, her hands resting on my shoulders. I moved down to her throat, then to her collarbone, where I bit softly.

“Maan…” she gasped. I kissed up her skin again until I reached her face, where her eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted.

She opened her eyes when she didn’t feel my lips anymore.

“Don’t do that. Don’t hide any sound from me… I love it when you call me Maan,” I whispered, placing a kiss on her chin.

“Say my name,” I demanded while trailing kisses along her face.

“Maan…” she breathed, wrapping her arms around my neck.

“Again,” I said and buried my face into her neck, kissing her all over again.

“Maan…” she moaned, and I swear I felt peace, pure bliss, like I had on my birthday night. I had thought my attraction—my desire—would lessen after having her… but no. My feelings had intensified tenfold.

I pulled back and crushed my lips on hers again. She returned the kiss with equal passion. My hands roamed her back as I pulled her zipper down. In one swift motion, I slid her dress off her shoulders, letting it fall. She held me tightly. Our eyes met briefly before she lowered her gaze.

God… I really love it when she blushes.

“You’re so beautiful, Hana. And your beauty belongs only to me,” I said possessively.

I didn’t know when I became so protective of her, but I couldn't bear any man even looking at her.

I picked her up in my arms and laid her on the bed. I took off my shirt and climbed on top of her—ready to love her, ready to feel her love.

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“I’ll take you to your room,” I said while caressing her cheek. She was lying on my chest.

“Maan, I don’t want to go,” Hana said, holding me tighter. I sighed.

“Hana, you know we can’t sleep in the same room. If Mama and Baba find out, they’ll get our ruksati done the very next second,” I chuckled.

“But Maan… I really want to sleep in your arms,” Hana said, looking up at me with her adorable puppy eyes. It melted my heart, but I couldn’t take the risk now. My dream—my world tour—was right in front of me, and if marriage came in the way, everything would be ruined.

“Hana,” I said her name sternly, and she lowered her eyes and sat up.

Once she was ready to leave, I jumped out of bed and picked her in my arms. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck.

I carried her to her room, gently laid her on her bed, and tucked her in.

Kissing her forehead, I whispered, “Good night,” and quietly walked out, closing the door behind me.

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Hana’s POV

“Look, Aapi, this is so beautiful!” I said, taking another dress from Fathima Aapi’s wardrobe.

Today, she was going on a date with Shazam Bhai. She was so excited about it, and I was here to help her. She had taken permission from Baba and Mama.

“This is beautiful!” I exclaimed loudly, pulling out a stunning blue shirt.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful,” Fathima Aapi finally agreed, and I let out a sigh of relief.

“What’s happening, girls?” we heard Maan’s voice as he entered the room.

“Nothing… Aapi is getting ready for her date,” I replied, noticing Aapi blushing slightly.

“Ah, so someone is going on a date,” Maan teased her.

“Oh, come on... After a few weeks, I’m getting married to Shazam, so there’s no need to tease me,” Fathima Aapi said, rolling her eyes, trying to hide her blush.

“Oh ho! Eager much, huh?” Maan teased her again, and she slapped his arm playfully.

“Rahmaan! Behave, I’m your elder sister!” she scolded him, but Maan just laughed in return. I smiled, watching them interact.

“Arre, my elder sister... I’m just excited that you’re getting married,” he said, grinning.

“No need to be excited for me that much... If you’re so eager and excited, then why don’t you marry? Look, your wife is here, and she’s so beautiful—actually...” She paused and came closer to me.

“...these days, she looks even more beautiful than before. She’s always glowing,” she said, examining my face. I tensed up, nervous and blushing at the same time.

“Hana, tell me your secret beauty tips. Look, my marriage is coming, and I want to look beautiful just like you,” she said, and I looked over her shoulder to see Maan smirking, which made my heart beat faster.

“N... no... nothing, Aapi...” I stuttered, looking at the floor.

“Why are you so tense... in just...” Maan didn’t let her finish and said, “Fathu, you’re getting late... Shazam will be here soon. Don’t make him wait. Go get ready,” he said, patting his forehead. Fathima Aapi quickly grabbed her clothes and ran toward the bathroom. I let out a sigh of relief and looked at Maan, who was still smirking at me.

“What?” I asked, trying to hide my blush.

“She was right,” he said, coming closer to me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

“You’re glowing these days... what’s the secret?” he asked, still smirking. I raised my eyebrows playfully.

“You don’t know?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“No,” he shook his head.

“Want to know?” I whispered, and he nodded innocently. I leaned closer to his ear.

“You’re my secret,” I whispered, biting his lip. Maan chuckled.

“I know,” he said, kissing my nose. We were lost in each other’s eyes when we heard Fathima Aapi’s voice.

“Hana, don’t go anywhere... I want you to do my makeup!” she yelled from the bathroom.

“Okay, Aapi,” I replied.

“She’s so happy,” I said, but my smile dropped.

“Yeah, I can see. But why aren’t you happy?” Maan asked, looking at me suspiciously.

“No... I’m happy for her... It’s just that...” I trailed off.

“Hana, tell me... what are you thinking?” He asked softly, pulling me closer.

“Um... I also want to go on a date, Maan,” I said in a low voice, nervously. He smiled.

“With whom?” he asked mischievously, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“With pados ke uncle (the neighbor),” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“Okay... I will arrange a romantic date for you and your uncle,” he said seriously, and I looked at him with wide eyes.

“Maan!” I hit his chest, causing him to laugh loudly.

“You know I want to go with you,” I said, pouting and looking down.

“Aww, jaan-e-maan... I know. And even if you want to go with anyone else, I will never let you go,” he said, pecking my lips. I smiled.

“Then take me with you on our first date,” I requested.

“I will...” He was cut off by Muneeb’s voice.

“Hana... Rumaan!” Muneeb called out from outside the room. Maan and I quickly parted.

“Bhabhi is in labor pain. We need to take her to the hospital,” he informed us and rushed out. We both hurried outside the room.

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