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Chapter 31 - Crossing Lines

When Alan returned to his room, he found Fiza engrossed in her timetable, using her highlighters to make changes to their schedule. Her face was glowing with excitement, and Alan chuckled at her enthusiasm.

"Why do you look so happy when you're around your highlighters?" he asked teasingly. "Are you sniffing them? Is this an addiction?"

Fiza rolled her eyes and playfully swatted his arm. "No, you idiot," she replied. "We're getting famous." Her voice was filled with excitement.

Alan looked at her with curiosity, waiting for her to explain further.

"Our recent post on Instagram has over 100,000 views, and we have our first sponsor!" Fiza exclaimed, clasping her hands together in delight.

Alan maintained a more subdued response. He was no stranger to lucrative modeling gigs that brought in substantial paychecks. "Who is this sponsor, and what do they want?" he inquired.

"They're called Neembol. They have various neem-based products, and they want us to sing their jingle and post it on Reels," Fiza explained, her eyes gleaming with enthusiasm.

Alan burst into laughter, finding the idea amusing.

Fiza smiled at his reaction. "Well, it's something, right?" Her excitement remained undeterred.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Alan asked, "What are they paying us?"

Fiza's face lit up as she shared the details. "They said they'd pay us Rs 0.50 for each view. If we get 100,000 views, that's Rs 50,000 in income!"

Alan paused, considering the proposition. "Why would a jingle get that many views?" he wondered aloud. He scratched his head, unsure about the potential success of the endeavor. "Do you really want to do this?"

Fiza's eyes sparkled with determination. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "Please, please, please?"

Alan found her enthusiasm utterly adorable. He would do anything to see her happy.

Changing the subject, Alan teased Fiza. "By the way," he said, still smiling at her, "Mom asked about your hickey."

Fiza's smile quickly transformed into an expression of shock and embarrassment.

Alan burst into laughter as she rushed to the bathroom to inspect it.

Amused, Alan followed her, standing behind her as she pushed her hair aside and pulled down the neck of her T-shirt to reveal the mark. Alan's hands instinctively found their way to her waist, and Fiza closed her eyes, feeling his touch electrify her.

"Is this allowed?" Alan whispered, bending down, his lips gently brushing against her hickey before giving it a soft bite.

Fiza let out a quiet "Mmm..." in response, unable to resist the sensations coursing through her body.

He continued by lightly licking the hickey, causing delightful tremors through her body.

"No," she finally managed to say, opening her eyes. "Not allowed, Alan."

Despite her words, she didn't move away, unable to break free from the relishing the sensations he elicited.

Alan couldn't contain himself and playfully bit her on the side of her neck, causing her to gasp in surprise. "You said no kissing. I'm not kissing you," he explained. He bit her over and over, making his way down from her ear to her exposed shoulder as his hands glided up and down her waist.

Fiza trembled, struggling to catch her breath. "No kissing," she repeated, her voice breathless. "No biting. No licking."

Alan backed away, panting heavily, fighting to maintain control.