chapter1 meeting her

Faiz had been working at his company for weeks now, handing negotiations with a man who exuded authority and wealth an old businessman who reputation preceded him. Faiz, clam and sharp as ever, navigated the discussion with precision, unaware that the man he was making deals with was connected to someone he had been quietly watching for months.

After the meeting, as dusk settled over selangor, Faiz stepped out of the office. The streets seemed quieter than usual, uneasy calm settling around him. Then, without warning, a group of men appeared from the shadows, blocking his path.

He ran. Swift, calculated movements, his mind racing. One of the attackers slashed at him. Pain exploded across his arm, blood seeping through his shirt. He pushed forward, knowing the safest place was the one place that always felt like a refuge his grandfather’s estate.

He burst into the library, the familiar smell of old paper and polished wood grounding him as adrenaline surged through his veins. Sliding behind a large bookshelf, he pressed his wounded arm against the hard surface, trying to stop the bleeding.

That’s when she appeared. Amine, quickly returning a book to the shelf, froze when she saw the crimson stain on the source of it. Her eyes widened, shock and concern flooding her face.

“Are you… okay?” She asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Faiz’s chest tightened at the sound of her voice, “I’m… yes,”

he managed to say, though the lie was thin.

She hesitated, glancing at his arm, then reached toward him.

“Can I… help?”

He shook his head slightly, but the urgency in her expression broke his pride. She carefully puts on her gloves, her hands delicate and steady as she pressed a clean cloth to his wound.

His heart raced not from the pain, but from her proximity, from the quiet, radiant beauty of this girl he had been watching from afar.

“You’re… beautiful,” he muttered, almost unconsciously.

Amine’s eyes met his, startled, but she quickly looked away.

“Excuse me…”

He smiled faintly,catching himself. “I’m sorry… I mean thank you. For helping me.” His voice softened. “ What’s your name?”

Her gaze flicked to him again, calm yet wary. “Amina.”

He extended a hand, though lightly, as though testing the waters of this new connection.

“My name is… Faiz.”

The library fell silent around them, the only sound the faint trickle of blood being stilled by her carefully hands. Two worlds so different, so distant had collided, and neither of them could yet predict how dangerously close they were about to come.

Without shaking his hand, she walked away.

Faiz had been careful, patient, and precise. He had followed Amina for weeks, keeping his distance while observing her life at the university, the cafe, the gym every place she went, like a shadow woven into her routine. But the truth hit him like a Thunderbolt when he discovered her father the very man he had done business with was also the man trying to arrange her marriage to a partner at his company.

He couldn’t let that happen.

The thought of someone else claiming her, someone unworthy in his eyes, ignited a fire in him. Without hesitation, Faiz went to her father’s office. The moment he stepped into the room, his presence dominated the space calm, yet impossibly commanding.

“I want your daughter,” Faiz said, his voice firm and unwavering.

Her father’s eyes narrowed.

“No. She is promised to someone and else, that decision will not change.”

Faiz’s jaw tightened.

“Tomorrow, I will offer you something you can’t refuse.”

The next day, Faiz returned.

This time, he brought with him

an offer impossible to ignore: a full partnership in the company and a sum of money that would secure her father’s legacy beyond measure. The man hesitated only moment before nodding. Agreement was sealed.

Faiz didn’t wait. He returned to the estate, his presence filling the house with quiet authority. Sitting in the living room, he leaned back in the chair like a king surveying his domain, his gaze calculating and intense.

“I want the engagement to happen today,” he said, almost to himself. “And I want her here.”

The moment seemed

suspended in time. Then the sound of the front door echoed through the hall the unmistakable click of Amina returning from university. She stepped inside, unaware of the storm that had already swept through her home.

“Father? Mother? What’s going on?” She asked, her voice trembling with confusion.

Her father stood, a rare tension in his posture. “You’re getting married.”

Amina’s eyes widened in shock. Her gaze darted to the living room and froze. There, sitting with the calm assurance of someone who owned the world, was Faiz. His dark eyes met hers, and a small, almost mocking smile tugged at his lips.

“Nice seeing you, Amina, “he said softly. Pack your things. Tomorrow morning, we leave for Kuala Lumpur.

Amina’s heart raced. Her mind spun in disbelief. Her mother tried to soothe her, speaking softly of arrangements, plans, and traditions, but all she could hear was Faiz’s voice, steady and commanding.

The night passed in a blur. Anima moved with a mix of fear, confusion, and an unexpected curiosity. By the morning, she had packed her things, her thoughts still caught between outrage and a strange flutter in her chest whenever she remembered the way he had looked at her.

As dawn broke, they left the small town behind, the car gliding through the quiet streets. The journey to Kuala Lumpur felt surreal, each mile stretched the reality she thought she knew. She glanced at Faiz once he was calm, composed, yet there was a barely perceptible intentsity in his gaze that made her pulse quicken.

On the plane, Faiz remained silent, sitting like a shadowed sentinel beside her. His presence was overwhelming, magnetic, and yet, oddly protective. Amina couldn’t decide whether to feel fear, anger, or something entirely new something that made her heart raced uncontrollably.

The city lights of Kuala Lumpur began to approached,sparkling beneath the evening sky. A new chapter of their lives awaited,a world where danger, love, and power intertwined and neither of them would ever be the same again.

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