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"So... I failed," I whispered.
He laughed softly.
"Princess, you scored 88%. That's huge."
"I worked so hard," my voice broke.
"For Baba... and for you."
He cupped my face gently.
"And we are PROUD of you," he said firmly.
"Percentages don't define you. Your effort does."
Tears spilled.
"But... your kiss," I sobbed.
"I wanted it so badly."
He sighed, amused and soft at the same time, then sat on the bed and curly his finger to call me towards him,
"Come here."
Make me stand in front of him.
"You studied for a kiss?" he teased.
I nodded miserably.
He laughed.
"You're unbelievable."
I sniffed. "You're mean."
He wiped my tears with his thumb.
"My bad luck! Hump ! Let go," I wip my nose with my hoodie sleeve "my ice cream must be waiting," I say while pouting makes him chuckled.
I was just about to pull away when I felt something warm and soft press against my lips, making me freeze. My breath hitched as I realized-Amar had just kissed me.
"𝐀𝐛 𝐬𝐚𝐛 𝐲𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐞, 𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐞?"😉
"𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝟏𝟏 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫-𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦."