Morocco, Marrakech. The blazing sun, golden beaches, the sea shimmering with turquoise — the air is filled with the scent of mango and all kinds of cocktails sold at every corner. The heroine is one of the many tourists who came here with her friend, while her fiancé stayed at home, too busy with work and certain that “the girls will just relax, take pretty pictures, and come back home.”

And it would’ve likely happened exactly that way... if a certain hot Moroccan man hadn’t crossed her path.

Samir appeared on the beach as if he’d stepped straight out of an advertisement poster: tanned, tall, with dark, captivating eyes that looked at her as though they wanted to consume her right there. He radiated the energy of a predator choosing his prey and striking immediately, giving her no chance to escape. A man so alluring it was impossible to look away — he became the beginning of the end of her familiar life.

He noticed the ring on her finger right away, but it didn’t seem to bother him — on the contrary, it only fueled his predatory interest. No one has ever died from a vacation fling... right?

The next day, Samir appeared by the sunbeds where the two friends were lounging, but his attention was fixed solely on her when he invited her to a beach party — “to really have a good time.” It was hard to refuse such an offer when standing before her was a living masterpiece crafted by Allah Himself.

And the vacation, which was supposed to end in a week, suddenly became the beginning of something that could no longer be called just a simple holiday romance.