Destined Hearts
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Muhammad thought of Madeenah as a child, younger than his baby sister, although way more mature. She seemed to have created a bond with his daughter and that was all that came to his mind about her. Not her smooth caramel skin, or her captivating light brown eyes and neither did her sweet voice do it for him.
Madeenah thought of Ya Muhammad as an arrogant and stoic person but a really good father. In truth she was terrified of him. She hated the way he would look at her, as though she was less important than him. She hated the way he never spoke unless he needed to. She hated the way his voice washed over her, making her shiver. She hated his height and how it made him tower over her small frame. She hated him but she just couldn't stop thinking about him.
So what happens when the two end up being brought together by an unusual arrangement . He's older, she's younger. He has a daughter and she has barely begun life. Will he let go of the past and try to find happiness or will he drag her down with him?
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"Let's get married." He says with such a straight face that I feel stupid as I chuckle.
"What did you just say?" I ask in disbelief.
"You heard me Madeenah." He says in a gravelly tone.
"Why would you want to marry me?" I shake my head. "You don't like me."
"I like you well enough to be married to you." His broad shoulders shrug in his familiar black suit.
What is going on with him? And what have I gotten myself into?
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