Dashtan turned to Rakia as the woman mentioned the name of the woman currently on his doorstep, his face betraying confusion. "Do you know her?" Dashtan asked curiously. "We met at the greenhouse when her mother took her there." Dalilah answered Dashtan's question. The man turned back to his guest. "What brings you here?" Dashtan spoke with no friendly intonation at all. Dalilah was instantly nervous at the man's unfriendly tone with her. She would have had to summon up so much courage and guts to see him alone if not for something urgent that only he could help her with. "I... Want to talk to you, it's urgent, please...," Dalilah pleaded. Rakia, who felt ignored, turned away and returned to the house. Her mind immediately thought of all the assumptions about Dashtan and Dalilah. Everything only led to one conclusion. Rakia chose to return to the kitchen and eat pizza alone. For her, she did her best not to interfere too much with the man's personal life as long as Dashtan didn't

That morning, Rakia woke up early after checking her cell phone notifications last night and getting a message from her boss to fill in the morning news. That meant she had to leave for work early in the morning. She looked at Dashtan, fast asleep beside her; last night had been draining for both of them. Dashtan, with his sexy finesse, is making love to her. She also didn't understand the man's anger when she told him her heart forbade him from doing things like this often. She didn't want to get so deeply attached to him either; she feared her heart breaking again if the separation came. But the sensation the man gave her when he touched her could not be denied. Rakia sighed loudly, then shifted slowly to the side of the bed and lowered her legs. She tried to use her legs to stand without the help of a cane, and the result was satisfactory. She moved her initially painful leg with gentle movements, and it didn't hurt anymore; it was just stiff. With slow steps, she headed to the ba

Since their conversation about Dalilah three days ago, Dashtan and Rakia have been busy with their jobs. Not that Dashtan had ignored Dalilah's request for help; he was still thinking of the best way to help the woman without making Rakia like a lion awakened from her deep sleep. However, just as he was immersed in the financial documents of Dalilah's company that he examined that afternoon in his busy office, the woman once again came to see him. "Sir, we have a visitor for you, Mrs. Dalilah." The secretary informed him when through the door the woman opened after first knocking. Dashtan sighed harshly momentarily, then permitted his guest to see him. As Dalilah entered, Dashtan was still going through the financial statements of the woman's company. Sitting on one of the couches in the centre of the room, Dalilah waited for Dashtan's attention to be drawn to her. "I talked to your wife about the guarantee I told you about last time," Dalilah said, opening the conversation between

The sound of the room door opening distracted the two people who were drunk with mutual attraction to each other. Rakia and Dashtan suddenly turned their heads and found Dalilah standing near the closed room door with a surprised face. “What are you doing here?” Dashtan asked flatly. His gaze instantly changed when he looked at Dalilah, sharp and cold. Rakia, who felt awkward, looked down for a moment and swallowed. She was now nervous when she felt Dashtan’s aura that changed instantly to become unfriendly. “Sorry, I just wanted to-““You want to discuss it again?” Dashtan cut in quickly. Rakia frowned and raised her gaze to stare at Dahstan. “Then, if you’ll excuse me,” said Dalilah, who quickly turned and left the room. Dashtan sighed and then clucked. “She comes here often?” asked Rakia, looking down. Dashtan shifted his gaze to the woman; he immediately hugged her. “A few days ago, she came here, it seems she tried to persuade my family,” Dashtan said, making Rakia worried.

Her hungry stomach woke Rakia from her deep sleep. She was confused to find herself on a bed and in a room. She remembered that she had fallen asleep in her seat while the plane was taking off. She observed the room she was in; it was neat and minimalist but cosy. She gently rubbed the sheets of the bed she was sleeping on, soft and smooth. Currently, the lighting in the room comes from a sizable bed lamp that stands in the corner of the room. The atmosphere was dim and perfect for a good night’s sleep, but she couldn’t tolerate her rumbling stomach. Rakia got out of bed slowly, put on her flat shoes, then walked towards the door and opened it slowly. She was surprised she was still on the plane when she saw Thalia preparing food on a wheeled iron tray. “Ah, good afternoon, Mrs. Dashtan, did you sleep well?” asked Thalia with a smile on her face, a friendly smile that fit her appearance perfectly. Rakia smiled and tried not to be awkward. “Um, cozy room, where’s Dashtan?” Rakia loo