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Last Updated : 2023-10-13A TWENTY SOMETHING 10. THE KISS
Bash I thought, knowing about the girl you like through her own words is decency and intimate. I had to change it now. I will have to hire a detective. Hana is far more complex than I imagined. I think she is still figuring out what she is. But her need to regard every man who showed a little kindness to be bad is beyond me. The world is black and white for her and I highly believe there is no white. She will not accept me if I say I'm simply helping her. She will not trust if a passenger is only trying to get her attention without posing any harm to her. She thinks like how I used to think before. If a person is good, then they are not really good. They have other intentions. "We should get drunk." Mateo who just found us in the middle of a street, suggested. "I really need a drink." Shalini agreed. But Hana shook her head. "I am not drinking. I have to go home." "I will drive you, home." I offered. Actually, I declared. "And why would
Last Updated : 2023-10-14A TWENTY SOMETHING 11. THE NIGHT AT THE COTTAGE
HANA I spent three years in a boarding school until I was sixteen. I used to look at my phone waiting for a call from my phone. Whenever I got a call, it was to inform me about an important event I needed to attend or it was to mention the name of the guard who was going to pick me up. I have two options. One is to become lonely and a depressed girl or to give zero fucks. My teenage was like that. Everything is at its extremes. But it's hard no matter how much I tried. My nightmares scared my roommates. Officially, I was the girl who was possessed. I was sixteen when my mom finally decided that I should go back to Seattle. I never liked my school. I was alone there, fighting my demons. That was the period when I hated every person in the world. I felt like the world owed me an apology for causing me this much pain when in reality it was the man who touched me and my parents who failed to trust me and take action. I didn't know at that time you were the only person who was there
Last Updated : 2023-10-16A TWENTY SOMETHING 12. STOOD UP
HANA Shalini was staring at her phone for an hour now. Sometimes, she was angry, sometimes she was sad, and sometimes, she looked frustrated. "You alright?" I asked her, turning my chair towards her. She shook her head. "I texted him yesterday night. He hasn't replied yet." "Your boyfriend?" She nods her head. "He might be busy," I told her. I am not good at these things. I didn't have much experience when it came to relationships. I dated one guy in college, and it lasted for two months until he decided that I was not good for him. So the least I could do was listen to her. "It takes one minute to text, Hana. He is always on his phone. We don't even have much time difference. It's not even midnight in India. I don't know where it went wrong. Do you think it is because of the long distance?" She asked me. "Honestly, I can't say anything about that," I tell her. "It's not the first time he did it, Hana. Even when we were in India, his replies always came late. He is not cheatin
Last Updated : 2023-10-26A TWENTY SOMETHING 13. YOU'RE COMING HOME WITH ME
HANA I woke up to the pounding sensation in my head. The glare of the early sun swooped through my windows. I wished all the light in the world to be disappeared. Maybe my headache will go away. I don't know when the exhaustion of the night weighed me down, and I fell into a slumber. Apparently, it wasn't enough. But I had to drag myself to work even if I had to meet a certain someone who stood me up yesterday and a furious father who could kill me the moment his eyes landed on me. I looked at my phone. The light of it felt like a thousand needles prickling through my eyes. But I did it anyway. My call logs are flooded with missed calls from unknown numbers, and none of them is from Bash. It's my wishful thinking that he called me from another number. But I shouldn't care even if he didn't. He and I are nothing. The calls might have come from my other fraud loan apps or worse, from my mother. I expected my parents outside my apartment. They didn't show up, not y
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HANA I sighed as he grabbed my arm to take me to his house. "Not now, Bash." I pleaded. "I am too tired." "Do you think I am joking around?" He growled. "No, Hana. You are staying at my home tonight." "I want to be alone." I protested. "Then stay alone at my house. ALONE. Because I will be leaving to kick your father's ass." I saw him joke around many times. But today he promised me in all his earnestness that he is going to pay my father back for what he did. "Why do you care?" I asked him, liberating my hand from his grip. God, it hurts to talk with a bruised cheek. He turned towards me, and his hands raised to cup my face before he realised I had a bruised cheek. He reluctantly withdrew one of his hands, while the other caressed my normal cheek with tenderness I didn't know he possessed. "Please," He urged with a desperate tone. "Come with me." I shook my head stepping back from him. Our proximity felt good. He is warm. Bu
Last Updated : 2023-10-30A TWENTY SOMETHING 15. HIM
HANA "Stop biting your nails. Your nails are chipped," My mom warned Violet. "Stop trying to control my every life moment," Violet yelled back at her. My mom stomped towards her and held her hand out. "Look at this. The maid's daughter looked better than you. I will send Alice. Get your nails done. Make yourself presentable at the wedding." "It's not my wedding." Violet tried to argue. "You are a Levine. You should look like a Levine, not like a beggar." My mom threw a glance at me. She hasn't said a word since I returned. Somehow, I got the impression that I made her uncomfortable. Maybe if I were a normal person, I would get uncomfortable too when a person next to me doesn't react and simply stares into the air, thinking what it would be like if the world ended. "Why am I the only one receiving orders? What about her?" Violet's chipped-nailed finger pointed at me. My mom shook her head in disbelief and walked out of the room assigne
Last Updated : 2023-11-02A TWENTY SOMETHING 16. MOVE IN?
HANA I opened my eyes to look at a grey-coloured ceiling. Mine is white. I turned to my side to find his watch sitting on the bedside table. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth before the weight of the events that happened the night before slowly started to sink in. I turned to my left. He was wide awake, lying on his side, propped up on his elbow, hand supporting his head with no shirt!! He is hot. Shalini guessed it right. He got abs, hard and tanned. I loved how he has a honey-toned complexion and not porcelain like his grandmother. "Günaydın(Good morning)," He smiled. "Are you flaunting your body, Mr. Merrick?" I asked, propping myself upon my elbow. "Did it work?" He asked me with a cheesy grin. I felt a pull in my stomach. He is gorgeous. "I have seen better," I told him, facing the ceiling again. I am too shy to face him, and it is suddenly getting hotter in here. "Right. But you won't be under them." Before I comprehend
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BASH My shirt buttons are half done as she dresses in a rush before she bolted to our bedroom. I followed her quietly and knocked on the door. "Go to hell," she yelled from the other side. "Baby, please don't be angry. You know how hard it makes me. We have been at this for many days now." Something hit the door with a bang, and I stepped away from it. She is serious. "Hana, let's talk." "You can't talk me out of it. I am not leaving you here when there is a war coming. I will fight beside you." "You will be so hot when you fight. I may lose focus." Another bang. I raise my hands in surrender, "Okay. There is still a lot of time. Let's not talk about it right away. Open the door. Please." When she didn't open, I added, "I need you." That made the magic happen. The door opened slowly, revealing slender legs, a creased shirt, messy hair, and a cleavage filled with my marks. She didn't button the first four—such a wonderful
A TWENTY SOMETHING 112. PREPARATIONS
BASH "What the hell are you two doing?" The door, barely hanging onto its last hinge, finally gave up and crashed to the floor with a loud bang. Luna flinched, pressing her palms tightly over her ears as her body trembled in my arms. Great. Just great. As if kidnapping his rival's daughter wasn't bad enough, Sandro had developed a possessiveness for her. Trust him to complicate an already brewing war. His expression softened when his gaze landed on the shaking girl. "Luna," he whispered gently, "are you alright?" "Don't scream at me!" she snapped, her voice raw with defiance. Sandro blinked, stunned by her outburst as she stomped out of the room. "I didn't scream at her," he muttered, genuinely perplexed. "You did before," I reminded him. "That girl has an angry father at home, Sandro. She might not respond well to your yelling." He frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?" Sandro couldn't understand. My father
A TWENTY SOMETHING 111. CILLIAN & ROSE
BASH Hana is busy, scowling at Sandro and smiling at everything Matias has to say. Vin is something that I have to pay much attention to but can't because my mind is filled with what Luna has said, precisely signed to Hana. Did she know about Cillian? Did she refer to my father or me? Why did she have to sign it when no one was watching her? What's her plan? Can I share this information with Sandro? Fuck it. I am gonna talk to her. Once I dropped Hana off at home, I went to Sandro's house again to chat with his hostage. "You are back in what?" Sandro held his hand up to check his watch, "one hour? Miss me?" "I need to talk with her." Whether I imagined it or if it really happened, his jaw ticked. Is he angry because I want to speak with her? "In private," I added. "I don't trust you." "I am not the one who kidnapped her. You did." "You might be scheming something since she is your family now." "SHE
A TWENTY SOMETHING 110. SIGNS
HANA Bash has been grumpy all day because I've decided to meet Luna. As expected, he doesn't trust her. I am not sure if I trust her either. But I want to meet her at least once. He took me to Alessandro's house because that's where they are keeping her. Bash assured me that Luna is safe and Sandro and Vincenzo are not the kind of people to force themselves on a girl, they are still criminals. We all are. The blood is on my hand too. "Why did Alessandro agree to keep her in his house?" I asked Bash. Marco followed us quietly as we headed into an enormous living room. Bash rubbed the back of his head, "Beats me. He is being himself." "Hana," Mateo squealed, dashing towards us and before Bash could stop him, I took him in a bear hug. "How is my favourite boy?" I asked him. "Busy. School sucks. Do you wanna see my room?" "Nope, buddy. Not happening. I assure you that she is not falling for that." "Bash," I chided, elbowing him. "Ne
A TWENTY SOMETHING 109. THE TIME OF WAR
BASH There's going to be a war and that's not the end of it. I am sure whatever breathtakingly stupid reason compelled Alessandro to kidnap Colton's daughter is going to cost all of us. When I looked at the girl who was hardly nineteen or twenty years old, sitting quietly in the corner of the room, feigning courage, all I could think was how familiar her eyes were, just like my bee's. "Why the hell did you bring her here?" I questioned Sandro. "We caught Romero. Her father tried to kidnap Mateo and failed miserably. It's a tit for tat." "Colton failed because I was there. I don't think it's a good time to play tit for tat." The girl in the corner sniffled, catching our attention. I walked to her slowly so that I wouldn't startle her. She shifted where she sat. "What's your name?" I asked her gently. "Luna." "Hana and Luna. Sisters indeed." Vincenzo commented for the first time. That's when the girl named Luna who was Hana's half sister
A TWENTY SOMETHING 108. NEVER NORMAL
HANA "I couldn't walk," I complained, sprawling across the bed. "You don't have to." Bash placed a chaste kiss on my cheeks before buttoning his shirt. After I asked him to marry me last night, Bash brought me straight home. We couldn't even make it past the front door before he was inside me, his thrusts urgent and intense. He took me on every flat surface. It felt like a sex marathon. I didn't know when I passed out after coming multiple times. When I opened my eyes again, he was inside me, his hands caressing my head. I was so satiated but when he looked at me with those intense green eyes, I begged him to take me again, my pussy hot and throbbing just for him, for my man, for my Bash. As a result, I can't even pee because my pussy feels like it's burning. Oh, God. It will hurt like a bitch for the next two days. But last night was incredible. That's all that matters. Watching him roll his sleeves, revealing the veins on his muscular hand made me hot and bo
A TWENTY SOMETHING 107. HOW I SEE YOU
HANA For Bash, to talk like an adults with me is him being inside me. I joke about it all the time, and I even got annoyed when he did that when we were discussing the most important decisions in our lives. But now, I missed that feeling of being filled up and conversing. I should have cherished them when they last. I shouldn't have avoided them before. Now the fear of losing that kind of bond gripped me. Now, he is sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to me when he asked me what happened in my old apartment. Now we are discussing like real adults when my body and heart craved what he attuned them to. I told him everything Jonathan disclosed to me. With every truth, his back stiffened and I fought the urge to reach out to him. A long whelming silence followed after I completed speaking. After what felt like an eternity, he got up and paced back and forth in the room. "So, Colton is your fucking biological father? He raped my mother, Hana. He abused her and drove her t
A TWENTY SOMETHING 106. BECAUSE OF WHO I AM
HANA I used to think that this life could not break me more than it already has. I am wrong. I always am. It can become worse and worse. I didn’t expect my dad, I mean Jonathan to show up at my old apartment. When I looked at him, I didn’t see him. I saw that hand raise to slap, I heard the yelling, I saw the shards of glass on the floor, and I heard the fights between my parents. That’s all he has ever been to me, a trauma. “You are making a mistake, Hana.” That’s the first thing he said to me. It’s either I am a mistake or I am making a mistake, never a how are you? I can’t blame him though. He lost the investment because I ran away from the marriage. I sucked in a breath, carefully taking a step back. “What are you doing here? How did you get in?” An ugly smirk spread over his lips. “Your boyfriend isn’t that powerful, Hana. He cannot stop me. He cannot stop Colton.” My father is many things, but he never ever trembled before someone. He has too much pride to admit that
A TWENTY SOMETHING 105. SOMETHING AGAINST HER
BASH I had a text message from her an hour ago saying she was going to her apartment to pick up some things. I called her immediately. She picked after the third ring. “Bash, can I call you again? I am in the middle of something?” She immediately said, her voice was breathy. “Where are you? Are you alone?” She paused and lied, “Yes. I came to pick up some things. I will call you later.” Then she hung up on me, making me ball my fists. SHE LIED TO ME. My chest rose and fell in erratic bursts, each breath heavier than the last at what I’ve learned till now. My fists clenched and unclenched at my sides. I look at David for one last time before stomping out. “Nice,” Sandro commented from behind. “If there’s anyone who can do that she is the one.” With a sudden, fierce motion, I grabbed his collar, yanking him off balance and slamming him hard against the brick wall. “What the hell are you implying?” Sandro’s lips pulled into a twisted smile. “I wonder what makes you lose
