His mind drifted back to the night they had spent in the car, and he felt a surge of desire.

  Xanqer's fingers closed around the panties, holding them tightly as he shoved them down into his pocket. He felt a sense of possession, of ownership, as he held onto the intimate piece of clothing.

  *******

  The next day, Meesha found herself rummaging through her clothes, searching for something that seemed to have vanished into thin air. Her pink panties were nowhere to be found. She distinctly remembered Xanqer returning her clothes the previous night, so it was only logical that her panties would be among them. But despite her best efforts, she couldn't seem to locate them.

  As she searched, her eyes landed on a leaflet that had been tucked away inside her closet. She remembered picking it up at some point, but had completely forgotten about it. Excited, Meesha reached in and retrieved the leaflet.

  She ran down the stairs and sprinted toward Xanqer, her hair bouncing with each step. "Xanqer, look at this!" she shrieked excitedly, her bright eyes sparkling as she handed him a crumpled printed paper.

  Xanqer's gaze swept over the leaflet and arched an eyebrow. "A beauty contest? Do you want to participate?"

  "Yes," Meesha replied, nodding fervently.

  Xanqer folded the leaflet and handed it back to her. "When's the audition?"

  Meesha's eyes sparkled as she took the leaflet. "It's next week. And the contest is next month."

  Xanqer's gaze lingered on Meesha's face, his expression filled with admiration. "There's no doubt you'll win," he said, gently pinching her cheek.

  Meesha's face lit up with a radiant smile. "Really? You think so?"

  Xanqer patted her head. "Of course."

  Meesha said, smiling at him. "It's going to air on TV, so you'll watch me from home."

  Xanqer felt a pang of dissatisfaction hearing that Meesha would have to leave. "You'll stay there?"

  Meesha's voice was reassuring. "Yes, but it's only for two weeks. It's somehow like a reality TV show, where all the contestants live together in one house."

  Xanqer raised an eyebrow. He was about to speak when the doorbell rang, shattering the atmosphere. "I'll go get the door," she said.

  Meesha rose from her seat, approaching the door. As she opened the door, a tall, imposing figure stood before her, flanked by two assistants who seemed to fade into the background. The man seemed to be emanating an air of dominance around him. His hair was smoothed back, showing his charmingly handsome features, with a single errant strand grazing his forehead.

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  His face was a bit chilling, yet undeniably handsome, and he seemed to embody a sense of leisurely confidence.

  The man's gaze locked onto Meesha's, and for a moment, she was left awestruck by his striking features. His smooth, detached voice broke the spell, "You must be Meesha, right?"

  Meesha's voice caught in her throat as she struggled to find her words. "Who are you?" she asked cautiously.

  The man replied, his lips curving up into an enigmatic smile. "I'm here to see Xanqer."

  Meesha's curiosity was piqued, but before she could press for more information, Xanqer's voice cut through the air. "Let him in."

  Meesha hesitated for a moment, but Xanqer's familiarity with the man reassured her. She stepped aside, holding the door open for him to enter.

  As he walked through the door, his hands tucked nonchalantly into his pockets as his eyes scanned the room with an air of ownership.

  Meesha's eyes locked on the assistants standing outside, feeling a pang of awkwardness as she shut the door at their faces.

  The man's gaze swept the room, taking in the surrounding with an air of casual interest. He walked over to Xanqer, a small, mysterious smile playing on his lips. Xanqer's expression remained cold, unyielding, and for a moment, the two men locked eyes, the air thick with tension.

  Meesha's eyes darted between the two men, unable to reciprocate the situation.

  The man broke the silence, his voice low and smooth. "Long time no see."

  Xanqer's response was a stony silence.

  The man's gaze shifted to Meesha, who was still hovering in the doorway, and smiled.

  Xanqer turned to Meesha. "Go upstairs," he said, his voice firm, but gentle.

  Meesha, sensing the charged atmosphere, nodded and retreated upstairs, her mind racing with questions.

  The man watched Meesha leave, then turned back to Xanqer. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his voice. "I see you've found yourself a girlfriend," he slurred. "You know, Cresi won't be happy if she finds out about this."

  Xanqer's expression darkened, his voice dripping with menace. "Why did you come?"

  The man's smooth voice cut through the tense atmosphere. "I just came to remind you she's our enemy - so you won't forget what you have to do."

  Xanqer's silence was palpable, and the man seized the opportunity to continue, his lips curving into a sly, calculating smile. "Or if you love her so much and can't do it, I'll be happy to help."

  The air seemed to vibrate with tension as Xanqer's eyes flashed with a cold, deadly warning. "You won't dare," Xanqer growled, his voice low and menacing.

  The man's eyebrow arched, his voice still leisurely, still smooth as silk. "You sure have an attitude towards your elder."

  Xanqer's response was a scornful, demeaning sneer.

  The man took a step closer, his eyes glinting with a knowing light. "But you should know you're just putting her life at risk," he warned, his voice dripping with condescension. "More people will come for her, and you won't be able to handle it."

  Xanqer's face darkened, his voice cold and detached. "Mind your own business, Dahmei."

  Dahmei raised his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, his smile never wavering. "Okay, I won't meddle in your business," he said, his voice dripping with insincerity. "I'll be leaving now. My regards to your darling girlfriend."

  With a fluid motion, he turned and strode towards the door, his departure as smooth and calculated as his arrival.

  As the door clicked shut, Meesha descended the stairs, her curiosity getting the better of her. She walked over to Xanqer, her eyes wide with wonder. "Xanqer, who is he?"

  Xanqer's expression was unreadable, his voice neutral. "He's my older brother."

  Meesha's eyes widened in surprise. She had never known Xanqer had an older brother.

  The two brothers couldn't be more different, yet they shared a common thread - both were handsome and exuded an aura of dominance.

  Meesha's gaze searched Xanqer's face, sensing the tension between him and his brother. "Don't you like him?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

  Xanqer's response was curt. "I don't."

  Meesha felt a pang of sadness. Family relationships could be complicated, and it was clear that Xanqer's feelings toward his brother ran deep.

  "Xanqer, family shouldn't fight," Meesha said, her voice laced with disappointment.

  Xanqer looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you so invested?" he asked, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

  Meesha's expression turned wistful. "Because I never had siblings. And I wanted one so much. If I were you, I would love my older brother so much."

  Xanqer let out a slight chuckle, his eyes softening. "You can't understand."

  Meesha's curiosity was piqued. What disagreement was between them, anyway? "Why–"

  Before Meesha could speak, Xanqer interrupted, his voice firm but gentle. "Let's not talk about him anymore."

  He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. "Tell me about your contest instead."

  Meesha's eyes sparkled as she remembered. "Oh, I almost forgot!" she exclaimed, her excitement infectious.

  Meesha's words spilled out in a joyful rush as she told Xanqer all about the beauty contest. Xanqer listened attentively, a supportive smile on his face.