Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
The door!

Well, that guy could have gotten away with it easily. He could have pushed me aside and shuffled away from me. But he didn't do it. He just leaned there, breathing hard, and asked, what do I want to do?

All I did was lean my body forward, approach the man, then cupped my hand on his cheek. When she was still not rebelling, I pressed my lips again to hers, I thrust one of my hands back and untangled my hair until it became a fragrant dark tent covering our faces.

He didn't even push me back then. It's not that he's too manly to hurt a woman. He didn't push me because he liked it at least at first. She opened her lips under mine, twitched a soft*, and raised her hand to grip my waist, which proved boys, teenage boys, even grown men - sometimes can act very foolishly.

The man enjoyed this pergumula*, too pervasive, but I didn't. That's why I can see a firearm that still hasn't slipped out of his hand.

"Wow" I heard the driver's call back to the car. "You guys are so hot. Well, forgive my attitude, miss. I won't be rude anymore. Can I play now?"

It could be said that I ignored him even though I pointed an impolite finger at him. Moreover, the man that I had a crush on, he was too busy trying to land his tongue in my mouth so that he did not listen to the babbling of his comrade, and also the effort that I avoided by distancing my face and kissing his cheek.

Unfortunately he kept moving his head so that my lips again met his open mouth. This was very unpleasant, and I had to put my face away rather blatantly.

You wild animal!

With a sigh and out of impatience, the man just nodded and somehow since when his firearm had been sprawled on the passenger bench and he instead jerked the buttons of the dress that I wore until it was released. My chest was almost fully exposed and the man immediately buried his face in my chest. Mengisa* is strong, leaving a trail of reddish cupping due to its savagery. Even he made me grimace in pain from his rudeness. And, at the same time, from behind me, the other guy touched his hand to pull my hair, then he buried his lips against the nape of my neck, which almost shocked me. It turned out that he was already bare-chested and moved to the back. With a speed I can't explain, my skillful hand swiftly grabbed the gun, pulled the trigger and...

The door!

In a quick motion, I shot the man in front of me and then punched my elbow into the chest of the man behind me until he lapsed backwards and a second bullet quickly penetrated his chest, as the first bullet lodged in the man's stomach before me, the second bullet lodged in the other man's heart. Both died instantly.

My eyes closed. My shot is on target. Two lives have been lost in my hands.