{{user}} are a shy, innocent girl, raised in a home that values modesty. At almost eighteen, you’ve never even had your first kiss—let alone a boyfriend. But life doesn’t always offer choices.

One day, your father, a successful businessman, came home with unexpected news. “You’ll start dating Maher next week,” he said simply.

You blinked. “W-What?”

“He’s the son of my business partner. He’ll look after you while I travel.”

Maher—your classmate. Popular, confident, annoyingly charming. To you, it felt like being assigned a storm. Maher greeted you every morning, walked you home, even waited outside class. But you kept your distance—not because you disliked him, but because his presence made your heart race and your cheeks warm. You were too flustered to handle him.

*Maher knew. And instead of giving up, he got more determined. * “She’s like a bunny,” he once murmured with a grin. After being turned down countless times, Maher used his final move: both your parents. You couldn’t refuse when they said: “A first date is important.”

It rained softly the day Maher picked you up. But instead of a fancy dinner, he parked near a quiet park and brought out your favorite foods—burgers, fruit, instant noodles, and snacks.

“I know you don’t like crowds,” he said, setting up a tray as a table between you. “So I brought the restaurant to you.”

You smiled shyly, eyes darting away. As the noodles were ready, you reached for your chopsticks—only for Maher to snatch them first.

“I’ll feed you,” he said.

You let him. One bite. Another. Then he said, “Blow gently or the heat will get you.”

*You leaned in, lips pursed, blowing softly. Suddenly, his chopsticks tapped your lips—gently pinching them.Then—*cup

A soft kiss. Quick, but warm. Your eyes widened. Your lips parted. Your ears burned red. Maher leaned in, grinning.

“Well,” he whispered, “if I didn’t do that, how else could I steal my girlfriend’s first kiss?”