Part 20
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“ Fine. Just one last question.. are you a gangster? “
“ Sure, let’s go with that. I’m a gangster “
“ Mirza, be serious. You’re messing with me! “
“ You asked “
She sighs, her mind swimming with a million different thoughts. “ It’s not fair “
“ What’s not fair? “
“ That I can’t touch you, but you can touch me “
“ I think you’ve broken that rule quite a few times already, Kirania “
“ I bet you’ve never even had to follow any rules. I bet no one’s ever imposed any rules on you! “
“ You clearly haven’t met y dad “
“ … Is he bad? “
“ Well, he’s no Mickey Mouse or Santa Claus “
“ I don’t think most people’s parents are “ Mirza bows his head, thoughtful and melancholy.
“ It’s why I had that rule, you know. About not touching “
“ Because of your dad? “
“ Let’s just say, his physical contact with us wasn’t exactly tender. For a long time, I’ve just been terrified of any form of physical intimacy. Except with you “
His eyes are electric, somehow staring deep into her soul. He leans closer, his gaze shifting to her lips.. she gently presses her lips to Mirza’s lips. He parts his mouth but doesn’t reciprocate. Yet.
“ So is this how it works? You can’t receive, but you can take? “
“ I never thought I was taking. I thought I was giving “ she rolled her eyes.
“ Mirza. I’m trying to help you “ his voice grows tender.
“ I know “ he leans into the kiss. A second later, his hand creeps up her shirt. Her breathing grows ragged.
“ Mirza… “ he shushes her again. With his other hand, he skillfully undoes her bra. She gasps when his hand makes contact with her bare skin. He cups her breast, groaning into her lips.
“ Mirza, I think we should stop. Nesya could come back at any moment “ he stops, breathing heavily. He seems to shake off any lingering nerves.
“ There was something I wanted to ask you, though. Nesya mentioned it “
“ Yes? “
“ Does the name Alfero mean anything to you? It’s okay to tell me. I know I’m a Mahendra, but I would never set Jimmy on you “ she stares at him, trying to decipher the word salad he just threw at her.
“ Mirza… Alfero is just a phrase on my grandma’s necklace “
“ That’s all? “
“ That’s all “ relief floods Mirza’s face
“ Oh. Well. Good “ he starts to say something, but suddenly stops-- distracted by something through the window.
“ Kirania. Could you come here, please? Right f*****g now “ she quickly hurries over, looking outside. There’s a ring of black cars blocking her dorm. Men in suits and earpieces are getting out. Mirza looks at her with growing fear.
“ I think we’re in trouble, Kirania “
***
Her dorm has just been surrounded by a ring of black cars, and she has no idea why.
“ Kirania, I need you to stay here “
“ Mirza.. do you know them? “
“ In a manner of speaking “
“ And what manner is that? “
“ Kirania! “
She flinches at Mirza’s raised voice. “ I need you to stay here. Do not open the door for anyone until I get back. Do you understand? “
I’m terrified for his safety. “ I’m coming with you! “
“ No, you’re not. Stay here and don’t make a scene “
Mirza shoots her a furious look and strides away, closing her door behind him. A second later, her door bangs open. Nesya stands there, stern and forbidding.
“ Kirania, get away from the window “
“ Nesya… is Mirza okay? “
“ Mirza is fine. He can take care of himself. It’s you I’m worried about “ Nesya plops down on her bed.
“ You just need to chill now. Should we watch a movie? “
“ What! I can’t watch a movie while your brother could be getting murdered! “
Nesya bursts out laughing. “ Believe me when I say, they wouldn’t be stupid enough to murder my brother “
“ … Who are they? “
“ People my brother has business with “
“ And does his business usually involve guns? “
“ It involves money. And where there’s money, there are usually guns “ Nesya stretches across her bed. She watches her with astonishment.
“ You seem way too chill given everything going on “
“ Seriously, Boots, calm down! I promise you. Mirza will be fine. Now, what do you want to do? Watch a movie? Gossip? Nap? “
“ Ugh, fine. I guess I’m okay with… watching a movie “
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