Xanqer was caught off guard by her question, and for a moment, he seemed taken aback. Then, his expression smoothed out, and he replied stoically, "No."

  Meesha's face scrunched up in disappointment, and she said, "Xanqer, don't lie. You know, this place is full of ghosts. If you lie, they'll haunt you and make you lose your way home."

  Xanqer raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. He scoffed and walked forward, his long strides eating up the distance. "Hey, wait for me!" Meesha exclaimed, running to catch up with him.

  As she reached his side, Meesha wrapped one arm around his, her hand slipping down to grasp his wrist. Her other hand held his, her fingers intertwining with his as they walked. She stood sideways, her body angled towards his, and looked up at him with a sheepish expression. "Xanqer, don't leave me behind. I'm scared of the dark."

  Xanqer's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical. "You're scared of the dark, and you came out here alone?"

  Meesha felt a flush rise to her cheeks, and she looked down, trying to think of an excuse. "It wasn't very dark then, but it's so dark now, I'm so scared."

  Xanqer looked at her, his expression unreadable. But Meesha was sure she saw a hint of a smile in his eyes. She smiled up at him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her. Xanqer didn't shrug off her arms, and instead, he walked beside her, his hand still clasped in hers. The silence between them was comfortable, and Meesha felt a sense of peace settle over her as they walked together into the darkness.

  As they arrived at Xanqer's sleek black car, Meesha hesitantly released her grip on his hand. She noticed that Davis was nowhere to be seen, and her eyes widened in surprise. "You drove here yourself?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

  Xanqer nodded, his expression matter-of-fact. "Yes. Get in." He opened the door and slid into the driver's seat, his movements fluid and effortless.

  Meesha hurried to the other side of the car and slipped into the passenger seat, her eyes fixed on Xanqer's profile as he started the engine. She couldn't help but smile at him, feeling a sense of excitement and happiness.

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  As Xanqer drove, Meesha found herself captivated by his handsome features, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. She stared at him, mesmerized by his handsome profile. Xanqer seemed to sense her gaze and glanced at her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

  Meesha didn't look away, even when she knew she should. Xanqer reached out, gently covering her eyes with his palm and pushing her face away. "Stop staring too much," he teased, his voice low and smooth.

  Meesha's face flushed with embarrassment as Xanqer removed his hand. She realized she had been completely absorbed in staring at him, unaware of her surroundings. She leaned back into the seat, a sheepish smile spreading across her face.

  As she gazed out the window, taking in the dark night scenery, Meesha felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She was happy to be with Xanqer, even if it was just a simple drive through the night.

  As Xanqer drove through the darkness, the rain began to fall lightly, casting a soothing melody on the car's roof. The rhythmic beat was calming, but Meesha's nerves were on edge, her anticipation palpable. But just a few blocks from home, the rain intensified, becoming a heavy downpour. Xanqer slowed to a stop, waiting for the storm to subside.

  Meesha gazed out the window, her eyes tracing the raindrops as they slid down the glass. "It's raining really heavily, right, Xanqer?" She turned to him, expecting a reply or nod. But instead, she found him staring at her. Although, she couldn't see his face clearly through the darkness, she could still feel his intent gaze on her. Meesha's heart skipped a beat, her pulse racing with anticipation.

  Without warning, Xanqer tilted his head and leaned in, his face inches from Meesha's. She felt her breath catch in her throat as he pressed his lips to hers, the touch sending shivers down her spine. Meesha's eyes widened in surprise, but she couldn't help the way her body responded to the kiss. Her lips parted, allowing deeper access, as his hand cupped her face.

  Xanqer's eyes were cast downward, his gaze fixed on her lips as he kissed her. Meesha's eyes fluttered closed, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as she kissed him back. In this moment, Meesha's fantasies had finally come true. She was kissing Xanqer, and it felt like a dream.

  The touch of Xanqer's lips sent waves of pleasure through Meesha's body, making her feel like she was floating on air. Xanqer's lips pressed against Meesha's again, sparking a kiss that grew more intense by the second. Meesha kissed him back, her mouth opening to invite his tongue.

  The darkness of the car enveloped them, reducing their visibility to mere silhouettes. As they deepened the kiss, their passion ignited, and their lips moved in perfect sync. Without breaking the kiss, Xanqer slid the seat back, creating space for them to move closer.

  Xanqer pulled her closer, adjusting her position to bring their bodies closer.

  Meesha grabbed his hair, arching her neck, and offering herself to him.

  Xanqer's lips grazed Meesha's neck, sending shivers down her spine. They shared a passionate kiss, their bodies entwined. Meesha's breath hitched, her body arching into his touch.

  As they kissed, Meesha's fingers deftly unbuttoned Xanqer's shirt. Her hands roamed his chest, feeling his muscles tense beneath her touch. Xanqer reached out, unbuttoning Meesha's shirt with a swift motion.

  Their passion consumed them, a raging fire that threatened to burn out of control. Meesha felt Xanqer's hands on her skin, sending waves of pleasure through her. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their desire for each other evident in every touch.

  The darkness heightened their senses, their bodies attuned to every touch, every kiss.