The night had already taken its silent shape, but for Samira it was like a storm rolling inside her chest. She had heard with her own ears the dirty plan of Sam and Lyra. The people she trusted, the people she loved as friends, they were not friends at all. They were devils in human face. They wanted to sell her, cheat her, use her innocence. When she heard them whispering near the lobby, her body went cold, even though that drug made her body too hot. Tears stuck in her throat. She could not breathe proper. Only one thought was inside her head—I must escape, I must run away from them.

She looked around, her eyes dizzy, her legs weak, but still she climbed the stairs to second floor. That place was quiet, only four rooms there, most of them locked. She tried one door, locked. Another one, locked again. Third one, also locked. But the fourth one, it was not locked. The door only closed. She pushed, and it opened with a soft creak. Without thinking she went inside, heart beating too fast.

Inside the room was dim light, just one lamp burning. She could hear the sound of water from washroom. She panic, but no time to run back. Her body burning, her mind almost faint. She stumble inside, breathing hard.

Then suddenly the washroom door open. A man come out, only towel around his waist, water drops still rolling on his skin. He was tall, strong body like iron, shoulders wide, chest carved like stone. He was drying his hair, but when he saw Samira inside the room, he stop moving. His eyes sharp, little angry first.

“What are you doing here?” his voice heavy.

Samira tried to speak but words stuck. She hold her stomach, shaking. Then she run to him and hold his arm tight. Her face push into his chest, wet from bath. “Help me… please… I can’t control myself… something wrong with me…” Her voice like broken glass.

At first he tried to push her away. “You must go, this is not your place.” But when she hold him tight, almost begging, his steps froze.

Samira’s hot skin pressed to his cool body. For her, it was comfort. For him, it was fire. He felt something strange, a pull deep inside. He wanted to push her away, but her eyes lifted, full of tears, shining even in dim light. So innocent, so pure, but with pain. Her lips trembling. Her childish face, but body of woman. His heart started to beat different.

Her breath touched his neck, soft and hot. Her chest went up and down fast, making him lose control slowly. He looked down, her crop top already slipping high, her stomach showing, shining with sweat. He tried to breathe calm, but his throat dry.

Samira closed her eyes, bite her lower lip. The drug made her body crazy, craving touch, craving comfort. She could not think straight. She whispered again, “Don’t leave me… please…”

His hand lifted without plan. He touched her cheek, soft like rose petal. She shivered, goosebumps all over. That small reaction make him weak. His mind said no, but his body said yes. He bend his head, lips close to her. Then finally he kissed her.

Her lips soft, warm, trembling. At first he just touched gently, but she answered back. She kissed him like she was drowning and only he could save her. His chest burned. He pulled her closer, kissed deep. Her arms wrap around his neck, not letting him go.

He wanted to stop, but when her body pressed full against him, his control break. He lifted her in his arms, carried her to bed. He lay her down gentle, but her mini skirt slide up, legs shining in dim light. His eyes went wild, but still he fight himself.

Her tank top rolled high, stomach and little more showing. He touched her lips again, kissed like tasting strawberry. She moaned soft, her body arching under him. He knew—someone gave her drug, she was not in full mind. But her body wanted, her touch begged. His own body also fire now.

Still he pulled back, ran hand through hair. He thought maybe cool water can help. He took her again in arms, went to washroom. He put her under shower, cold water falling like waterfall. She gasped, confused first, then relief. Her hot body cooled little. He turned to leave, but she grabbed his hand sudden, pulled him.

He fell under shower too, water wetting both. He looked at her shocked, but then her lips crashed into his. Water falling over them, their kiss wild. She kissed like storm. He gave up his control and kissed her back.

Later, he wrapped her in towel, but when he left to change, she removed towel in dizzy madness. When he returned, she was lying naked on bed. His breath stopped. Her body shining like moon, soft curves, perfect size, beauty untouched. His mind screamed, Don’t touch, she is not conscious. But his inner desire shouted louder, She is yours, she needs you now.

He fought, but lost. Slowly he touched her, from face down to neck, then below. Samira shivered, her lips parted, soft moan escaped. For the first time a man touched her like that. Goosebumps all over her body. He kissed her chest, her stomach, every curve, every hidden place. She reacted with body, even if her mind clouded.

He lost control completely. That night, under dim light, under drug spell, Samira gave herself without knowing. Again and again, till her strength gone, till his hunger satisfied. The room filled with whispers, moans, breaths, till dawn.

Meanwhile, in lobby, Sam and Lyra panic. They searched everywhere but no sign of Samira. They lied to her mother, saying small accident. Lyra even faked Samira voice to calm her. Both devils trapped in their own lie.

Morning came. In room, man saw Samira still sleeping. Bedsheet messy, and small blood stain there. His heart stopped. He realized—she was virgin. She lost first time with him. Guilt stabbed him. He touched her forehead gentle. What have I done? he thought. He dressed, but she still slept deep.

Same morning, Lucian got call—grandpa in hospital. Minor heart attack. He rushed out with Roy, left hotel quickly. He didn’t know destiny already tied him to girl sleeping upstairs.

At 8am, Samira woke. Her head heavy, body weak. She saw bedsheet, blood stain, her naked skin. Shock hit her like thunder. She ran to washroom, found her clothes dry. She wore, looked in mirror. Eyes red, lips swollen. She remembered pieces, strong arms, cold shower, kisses, bed. But face? She couldn’t remember clearly. Only blur.

Her heart pained. Who was he? Why I lost myself with stranger? Tears rolled.

She packed her bag, found phone in lobby. Many missed calls from mom, Sam, Lyra. Her hands shook. She cried quietly, then wiped tears. She decided—she will hide everything. She cannot tell mom, cannot let anyone know.

Taxi came, she left hotel. On way, mom called asking about Lyra. Samira realized Sam and Lyra lied. She played along, acted innocent. “Yes mom, we are coming.”

At home, mother looked her carefully. “Why you so tired? Why you look strange?” Samira smiled weak, “I didn’t sleep, mom. Let me bath.” She went inside.

Meanwhile Sam and Lyra hiding, scared. Their plan failed. They didn’t know Samira already knew truth.

In city, Lucian met grandpa in hospital. Old man smiled weak, “I won’t die till I see your grandchildren. If you worry for me, marry soon.” For first time, Lucian said softly, “Yes, grandpa. I will marry soon.” Family shocked.

But fate already decided bride.

Who was with Samira last night?

Will Sam and Lyra truth come out?

Why Lucian suddenly said yes to marriage?

Future chapters will tell.