TRUE MASEEHA
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ââ This book deals with deep social anxiety, introverted trauma, and a severe fear of the opposite gender. It is a slow-burn journey of healing, dignity, and true love. â
Salar-the most successful and dignified architect in Istanbul, known for his cold attitude, rigid principles, and unyielding arrogance. He rules his corporate empire with an iron fist, detesting weakness in any form.
âAaleen-a deeply inward, innocent girl wrapped in a lavender hijab, carrying a world of insecurities. Haunted by a fear of the opposite gender, she trembles at the mere presence of a man. Her survival strategy has always been to remain invisible.
âWhen destiny forces Aaleen into Salar's oppressive corporate world, their paths collide in a clash of cold arrogance and fragile fear. Salar despises her shyness, while Aaleen is suffocated by his harsh aura. But beneath the layers of his rigid heart and her silent terrors lies a deep, spiritual connection that neither of them sees coming. Will Salar's cold demeanor break her fragile soul completely, or will this terrified girl become the 'True Maseeha' who heals his arrogant heart?
âA powerful story of arrogance, deep trauma, and soulful healing-True Maseeha.
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