Fixing Firdaus

Fixing Firdaus

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"God, you're such a temptress," Malik said, pushing himself far away from her as he lowered his gaze to the tiled floor. She didn't move an inch. "Unintentionally. And only when I'm with you," She replied, her heart racing quicker by the second. ______ Firdaus Thompson's life had just begun. After converting to Islam a few months ago, switching her short gowns for long, flowing ones and living a modest life, she might as well be a queen. Only there are several glitches. Her past, in the form of her former sexual partners, several ex-boyfriends, a villainous cousin and parents threatening to disown her. Firdaus enlists the help of therapist Dr Malik Shams in order to overcome her troubles but it seems that her past is not the only thing she should be worried about. Falling in love with this quiet, strict man is. . . . Malik Shams was an avid fan of morality, especially in young Muslim women. Firdaus was a woman filled with lots of wildness in her soul, something he really disapproved of. Why then, did his heart beat so frantically when he was with her?
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