Chapter 1: Introduction
Rachma accompany her husband , Ridwan to a high-profile event held at a lavish hotel in Jakarta. Dressed in her traditional hijab with her long locks concealed beneath, she navigated through the crowd with grace and sophistication. The guests mingled around, conversing in hushed tones while their laughter echoed throughout the grand ballroom.
While sitting with her husband, Ridwan told her that the man standing on the other side of the room was Anton, his enemy and owner of the event venue.
Anton, an enigmatic figure, was a force to be reckoned with in the business world.
His reputation preceded him, making him both feared and admired by many.
As Rachma glanced over at him, she couldn't help but feel an inexplicable attraction towards him.
"You should stay away from him," Ridwan had warned her earlier that evening. "He's not to be trusted."
But Rachma couldn't shake off the allure Anton exuded.She felt an overwhelming urge to meet him, despite her better judgment.
On the other side, Anton actually noticed Rachma from the moment she walked in. he was amazed seing his rival have a beautiful and sophisticated wife like her. For Anton, Rachma looks stunning yet innocent with her hijab and modest attire. His evil minds say to himself how if he could subdue Rachma as his mistress, it would be one of his greatest accomplishments. Anton's minds runs wild imagining if he could turn this beautiful, modest and pious hijab woman into a lustful seductress, especially Rachma is the wife of his biggest enemy. The thought brings a sinister smile to his face.
From a far Anton gaze to Rachma, imagining the naughty scene of himself dominating Rachma underneath him. He visualizes himself ripping her dress, exposing her curvaceous body, and kissing every inch of her skin, savoring her sweet innocence while Rachma moans and screaming in pleasure, shamefully begging for more.
Anton decided to make his fantasy come true. He continued to pay attention to Rachma, waiting a moment Rachma would alone so he can approach her. After a few minutes, Rachma found herself wandering near the food stall area, seeking some snacks. This was the perfect opportunity for Anton to approach her.
With a mischievous grin, he casually strolled over to Rachma, feigning nonchalance. "Good evening," he said politely, extending a hand to greet her. "I'm Anton. I hope you're enjoying the event thus far."
Rachma hesitated for a moment before accepting his greeting. "Yes, thank you. It's quite an amazing event." She paused briefly, studying him carefully. "My name is Rachma."
"Ah, it's a pleasure to meet you, Rachma." Anton smiled confidently, his voice deep and soothing. Rachma knows that this man is Anton, the man that her husband told her
not to trust. But even knowing that fact doesn't deter her feelings for him. There's something about him that draws her in, and she feels an overwhelming need to know more about him.
Rachma realizes that she needs to tread cautiously, but she also recognizes an insatiable curiosity that she hasn't experienced before. She's captivated by Anton's magnetic presence and can't deny the attraction brewing within her.
"It's been a while since there's been such an incredible gathering here in Jakarta," Anton says, breaking the silence. "Your husband seems to be quite popular among the attendees."
A wry smile curls up on Rachma's lips.
"Yes, my husband does seem to be the center of attention tonight."
Anton chuckles softly, his gaze locking onto hers. "And what about you? Are you not equally fascinating and intriguing?"
Rachma blushes slightly, taken aback by his boldness. "Well, I suppose I am just accompanying my husband," she replies, attempting to downplay her beauty and charm.
The two continue to converse, their conversation weaving seamlessly as they share stories and anecdotes. Anton listens intently to Rachma, admiring her intelligence and wit.
He sees past her hijab and conservative garb, recognizing the fiery passion burning beneath her seemingly reserved exterior. He decides to push the boundaries of their conversation, testing the waters to see how far he can go.
"I must admit, Rachma, you've caught my interest," he says, leaning closer. "There's something incredibly intriguing about you. Your elegance and poise are simply mesmerizing."
Rachma blushes profusely, feeling flustered under his penetrating gaze. "Thank you, Anton.
I appreciate your kind words," Rachma murmurs, averting her gaze to avoid his piercing stare. She feels an unusual stirring in her heart, a longing for more than just platonic conversation. It's a feeling she's never experienced before, but the excitement is intoxicating.
But after a while her husband sending her a text message
asking where she is; Rachma knew she had to leave Anton's company.
"I should probably go back to my husband now," she says, reluctantly pulling her gaze away from Anton. "It was lovely meeting you, though."
Rachma attempted to maintain her composure as she turned away from Anton. "I hope we get the chance to talk again soon."
Anton watched her retreat, his gaze fixated on her retreating form. As much as he wanted to prolong their conversation, he understood that she needed to return to her husband. He wasn't ready to give up just yet, however.