This Was NOT a Meet Cute

This Was NOT a Meet Cute

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Dahlia never thought she'd find love. As a Muslim girl who never dated and respected her religious values, not only did she not have much experience in the world of love and romance, but her parents had desperately been trying to set her up with the WORST prospects. So what happens when her parents arrange a family dinner with an old family friend? Dahlia is determined to find her own path in love, not follow her parents taste. Then she meets Amyr. He is exactly the type of guy her parents would love, so she should hate him, right? Then why does she feel drawn to him, despite her promises to herself? Love, loss, heartbreak and desire. From romantically inexperienced to head over heels with a guy she never wanted to love. -------------------------- EXCERPT -------------------------- "I recoiled from his touch reflexively. 'Sorry,' his voice wasn't exactly a whisper, but it was quiet enough to confirm that he was speaking to me alone. 'My height is my Achilles.' His voice was steady, smooth, and that irritated me. 'Achilles heel.' I muttered. 'Hm?' 'You mean Achilles heel. Achilles is the name of the person. Achilles heel is the name of a weakness.' I answered, despite the promise I made to myself not to get involved. 'I appreciate the insight.' I could feel Amyr's eyes searing into me, but I refused to turn and face him."
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{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*

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