Meesha felt a flutter in her chest as she looked at him. She didn't know how to explain why she felt so nervous around him. She just shook her head and turned to leave, but Xanqer caught her hand and pulled her back.

  Meesha's eyes widened as she felt herself being pulled into Xanqer's arms. Her back slammed against his chest, and his arm folded, crossing over her chest, his hand settling on the curve of her shoulder. Xanqer moved his head closer to her ear, his lips grazing her skin.

  "How about I move close to you like this?" Xanqer whispered, his voice sending shivers down Meesha's spine.

  Meesha felt like she was melting into his arms. She couldn't breathe again, and her heart stopped beating. She moved away from him, her voice nervous.

  "Xanqer, if you keep up with this, I'll die of suffocation," Meesha finally admitted.

  Xanqer looked at her, a hint of amusement in his eyes. He swept her into his arms, holding her close. "I've missed you," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

  Meesha was surprised by his words, and her heart warmed. But she still felt nervous, unsure of how to react.

  Xanqer hugged her tightly, his hand in her hair. Meesha smiled, feeling a sense of comfort in his arms. After they detached, Xanqer raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you reply to my messages?" Xanqer asked.

  Meesha felt nervous and lied. "I didn't see them," she said, her voice shaking slightly.

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  Xanqer knew she was lying, and he asked, his voice laced with amusement. "You didn't see them?"

  Meesha felt nervous and repeated her lie. "Yes, I didn't."

  Xanqer raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with amusement. Meesha felt nervous, her cheeks flushing.. Meesha felt her heart racing as she tried to come up with an excuse. "I'll go change," She said, pulling away from Xanqer.

  Meesha dashed upstairs, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She had managed to escape Xanqer's teasing, at least for the moment. She ordered some food before heading into her bedroom to change. She slipped into her nightdress, feeling the soft fabric against her skin. She added a jacket on top, feeling a little more covered up.

  As she sat in front of the mirror, Meesha couldn't help but think about Xanqer. She blushed as she remembered his touch, his arms wrapped around her waist. She smiled at herself in the mirror, feeling grateful and happy that she was finally with Xanqer.

  Just then, Meesha heard the doorbell ring. She got up to answer it, expecting it to be the food delivery guy. She opened the door, and sure enough, it was the delivery guy. She took the packages from him and closed the door.

  As she turned around, Meesha saw Xanqer standing behind her, his handsome face illuminated by the soft light. He raised an eyebrow, a small smile on his lips. He took the packages from her and walked into the kitchen. Meesha smiled and followed him.

  She served the dishes and put them on the table, feeling a sense of domesticity wash over her. She sat down next to Xanqer, feeling a little more at ease. "I'm so hungry," she said casually. "I didn't eat all day."

  Xanqer's expression turned stern, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. He scooped up a spoonful of food and offered it to Meesha, his eyes locked onto hers. "You didn't eat all day? Why did you starve yourself?" His voice was firm but gentle, his tone conveying his displeasure and concern.

  Meesha was surprised by his reaction, but couldn't help but feel a little thrilled by his concern. "I just forgot to eat, that's all."

  Xanqer's expression softened slightly, but his eyes still held a hint of sternness. He fed her another spoonful of food, his movements gentle but insistent. "Don't speak. Just eat. You shouldn't be hungry."

  Meesha felt a surge of affection for Xanqer. She ate in silence, feeling his eyes on her as he watched her every move.

  As they ate, Xanqer's eyes were fixed on Meesha's face, watching her every expression. Meesha's face was a picture of concentration, her eyes fixed on her food as she chewed. Her hair fell in soft waves on her shoulders, and her skin glowed with a soft, golden light.

  Meesha thought about romantic comedies she had watched. She remembered a scene where the heroine accidentally stains her mouth with sauce, and the hero romantically wipes it off with his thumb. Meesha thought it would be romantic if Xanqer did the same thing. So, she deliberately let a bit of sauce stain the side of her mouth, hoping Xanqer would notice.