My Dearest Heart
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Amali's life has never been gentle. A stepbrother who calls obsession "love." A stepsister who bullies her for existing. A mother who expects perfection, no matter the cost.
Then, one week before her stepsister's wedding to Muhammad Zayn... she disappears.
To protect her family's image, Amali is forced to step into a marriage built on conditions, silence, and a promise of divorce the moment her stepsister returns.
But Zayn is cold. Controlled. unreadable.
And the closer Amali gets to him, the more the truth twists around her.
Who is Muhammad Zayn behind that icy mask?
Why does he watch her like he knows more than he says?
And what will happen when the secrets they're both hiding finally explode?
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