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Her Suspicious Healer [ 📕2 of Broken & Healed Series ] (Slow Updates)
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Sarah × Faris / Alif
( also can be read as a Standalone)
'Bound by lies, Healed by Love'🖤
"So... all of that care, laughter, tenderness...it was all lies?" she asked, her voice trembling as tears welled up in her eyes.
"It wasn't lies. Bal gözlüm! Please, listen to me. I love you, aşkım," he said, his hands gently cupping her face .
"Love?" she scoffed, her voice rising with anger. "What kind of love are you talking about? Manipulation? Trickery? I don't even know who you are... I hate you!" She yanked his hands away, her body shaking with rage.
"Why?" she sobbed. "Why did you heal me, only to break me again? What was my fault?"
He remained silent. Her words hit him like a tidal wave.
"From this instance, I'm leaving this house, leaving your damn life. I can't stay another second with a liar, fraud, manipulative man like you!" she said, pushing past him, her heart heavy with disgust.
But before she could take another step, he was in front of her, lifting her with one arm with terrifying strength. His other hand traced her trembling lips, a dark intensity in his eyes.
"Do you think I'll let you go? His voice was like ice, but his grip tightened on her waist.
"The moment my eyes landed on you became Mine. And about manipulation, trickery..I'll do it every single time to get you...to keep you." he said darkly locking his grey eyes on her honey orbs.
His lips pressed against hers in a bruising kiss. "I healed your scars, didn't I?" he murmured against her lips. "I'll heal them too. Give me a chance, Bal Gözlüm"
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Story of Sarah Ahmed and Alif/ Faris Rahman is here🖤✨
A tale woven with lies, manipulation, duality but what overshadowed all of them is His Love for Her.
He understood her pain more than anyone ever could and he can go any lengths to claim her, heal her.
Read the character aesthetics and Prologue to know more.
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Broken & Healed
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