Healing hearts (PREVIEW)

Healing hearts (PREVIEW)

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Fiction
Romance
Happy Ending
Destined Love
Slow Burn
She was meant to help him walk again, not make him fall to his knees. Laila Hussein is a woman of quiet strength and graceful resilience, a physiotherapist who believes in hope when everyone else has given up. Khalid Marzouq is a man scarred by pain, loss, and the kind of silence that runs deep. She didn't come to fall in love. She came to help him heal, but fate, with its own plans, pulls them into something deeper. A slow-burning journey through vulnerability and grace, where love asks for nothing and transforms everything. _________ I turned to leave but paused at the door. My hand brushed the frame, my chest tightening with everything I couldn't say aloud. When I looked back, her eyes caught mine steadily and unflinching. "I walk now, Laila," I said quietly, "...and I'll chase you for as long as it takes." Then I left.
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