X

As much as Anita washed and scrubbed herself, she felt filthy. The cold bath tub tile
was hostile against her bare bruised skin
Anita sluggishly got out from the bath tub. Her skin was wrinkled due to the eight
hours of being in cold icy water. She walked towards the mirror. She felt a tremor
along her spine. She was shocked to see her own reflection. The truth was, Anita
could not recognize the women in the mirror. The reflection did not portray the
powerful, strong, undefeated CEO of Mukherjee Enterprise; instead it portrayed a
defenceless baby. Her hair, once her crowning glory was now matted and
dishevelled. Her olive skin was as yellow as jaundice.
Why?... How? were the only two words in her mind

X
Anita Mukherjee loved the glitz and glamour. She was in fact the only daughter of
one of Malaysias richest tycoon, Tan Sri Arun Mukherjee. Her father never made her
life easy. She was sent to a boarding school in Ooty, India at a tender age of seven.
After her secondary school, she then continued her studies in Cambridge University.
Being a proud father of a valedictorian, Tan Sri Mukherjee immediately made Anita
the CEO of one of his companies.
Anita was always travelling. When she was back home in Johor, her over protective
mother never allowed her to go out alone. Her shopping companions, THE
BODYGUARDS!

X
No Mama, I cant make it for Diwali Yes, I know, I will miss all the muruku, laddu
sorry mama, skyped Anita with her mother. These would be her first Diwali alone.
Anita had her own plans. She befriended a man on a dating website and was now
going to meet him in KL.
Heathrow was swamped with happy faces. Anita was one of them. Akmal might just
be THE ONE, she thought to herself.

The flight to KL was pleasant. She took her luggage, passed immigration with a
dazzling smile and was greeted with the smell of nicotine. AHHH welcome to KuaLa Lum Pur, she said to herself.
She hurriedly took a limousine taxi. KL Hilton, please. The taxi driver nodded and
drove. Being the typical taxi driver, Uncle Chong started to have small talk with
Anita. Reluctantly Anita answered all the questions.
Anita felt wonderful. For once she was not controlled.
It was late evening when she checked in. Anita was only to meet Akmal the next day.
She was eager to have good street food and do some local shopping. The thought of
a plate of Nasi Lemak instantly made her hungry.
You can try Petaling Street, miss Good shopping and also makan. Use the LRT
ok? More experience, said the concierge.
Excitement followed Anita as she stood in front of the station. Petaling Street market
was only a few stops from KL Hilton.
The smell of greasy food seduced her nostrils .She could feel lustful eyes following
her silhouette. She adored the attention but knew she was way above their league It
was 10.30 by the time she finished strolling the ever crowded market.

X
The LRT back to the hotel was melancholy and gloomy. Everyone seemed to be
making love with their cell phones.
Instead of going back to the 14th floor, Anita decided to have a drink at Zeta Bar. She
knew that this uber stylish bar was a popular venue for the late night circuit.
The fear of being alone crept in. Not again! she thought to herself. Anita, you dont
want to do this. You will regret it, she advised herself.
The music from the live band seemed to slow down. Her eyes melted as he walked
in. Anita knew that he would be her companion that night. He caught her glares and
acknowledged his invitation.
The man introduced himself as Jeff Teoh. Everyone in Zeta seemed to know him,
except for Anita. He was a very successful solicitor in KL. Jeff knew Anita. He had
seen her many times in magazines. He did not mention a thing to her. Tonight the
biggest Casanova in town knew that he had hit his biggest jackpot. I will be fucking
bloody Mukherjees daughter, he sneered to himself.

Anita knew what she wanted from him. She offered, and with a broad smile he took
it.
Upon entering the room, Anita slowly stripped. Her satin black bra and panties were
alluring him. It did not take him long to become hard. That night Anita
Jeff was not like any man Anita slept with. He was small at size but wild and
aggressive. She was hypnotized by his gaze. She loved the way he completely took
control and dominated her.
Jeff left her room at 6 a.m. Anita felt loved and wanted. By 7 a.m., she felt filthy. The
sense of regret drowned her.
Why? ... How? were the only two words in her mind

X
After eight hours soaking herself in the bath tub, Anita knew what she needed to do.
She thought what will her Papa and Mama say if they ever found out. Will they
disown me? she thought to herself. She laughed thinking about her mothers
reaction. Disgrace to the Mukherjees, she imitated.
She was excited. She knew today she will be meeting Akmal. Akmal might be her
saviour.
Anita wore her red sequined Farah Khan dress. She always supported Malaysian
designers.

X
Akmal, a very tall and handsome Malay man was waiting for her at the lobby. He was
awe struck when he saw Anita. They had dinner at the hotel and then proceeded to
Zeta. Akmal was a gentleman. Anita had honest conversations with him.
The time was half past 12. Anitas urges were kicking in. she tried to ignore it but the
dampness in between her legs were unbearable. She was about to explode. Anita
offered and Akmal took the offer willingly. After all, he knew he will not get this erotic
roller coaster with Hana, his pregnant wife.
That night, Anita and Akmal made love over and over again. Every thrust by Akmal
was pleasurable to Anita. At last they both came He is the one the one to end
my misery, Anita thought.

As Anita was about to speak, Akmal abruptly got up. He wore his clothes and kissed
Anitas cheeks one last time. She knew what it was for she got this treatment all the
time. Never a wife, only a side kick she cried.
Why?... How? were the only two words in her mind
KL fooled her.