In the silence of us

In the silence of us

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Amira never thought her father's old friend at the bank would change the course of her life. What began as family visits and polite conversations soon pulled her into the orbit of Captain Ibrahim. He was everything she was not expecting- calm, reserved, disciplined, a man who spoke more in silence than in words. She, on the other hand, wanted magic. She dreamed of a love that looked like the movies. But what she found was something else entirely- an arrangement dressed as marriage. Between family pressures, cultural clashes, and his unfinished past, Amira learns that respect is not the same as love. And Ibrahim must decide if silence can ever hold a heart, or if love, once lost, is too fragile to be found again.

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