malak974

          Hello again my lovely readers. Long time no see, hm?
          Did you miss me?
          I sure did. 
          
          
          So, after days away, I'm finally returning - and I'm not coming empty-handed.
          As I mentioned before, I had few ideas for new stories in mind, and now I am bringing them into life.
          
          
          Get ready for a story stitched together with blood, obsession, and the kind of slow-burn that leaves scars.
          ....
          
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          A snow-covered Moscow skyline.
          
          The distant wail of ambulance sirens.
          
          Blood drips onto polished marble.
          
          Narrator voice:
          
          *"Every devil has a beginning.*
          
          *Mine started on an operating table."*
          ...
          
          Flash cuts:
          
          • A blood-soaked white shirt torn open by trembling scissors.
          • A pair of icy blue eyes watching... never blinking.
          • Surgical gloves stained crimson.
          • A curved needle pulling black thread through torn flesh.
          • Prayer beads slipping through slender fingers.
          • A black luxury car disappearing into the Russian night.
          
          She was only doing her job.
          
          He took it personally.
          
          Dr. Isabella Habib - one of Russia's most respected young surgeons. A woman whose life is built on discipline, compassion, and an unshakable faith. She treats every patient the same...
          
          Even the ones the world fears.
          
          Alexander Denisov - Russia's most untouchable billionaire.
          
          CEO by daylight.
          
          The devil behind the Miroslava Syndicate after dark.
          
          The city bows to his name.
          
          She doesn't even know it.
          ....
          
          Scene:
          
          She tightens another stitch across the bullet wound.
          
          "If the bullet had been two inches to the right..."
          
          She doesn't look up.
          
          "...you would've died."
          
          His gaze never leaves her face.
          
          "Would you have mourned me?"
          
          For the first time...
          
          She meets those freezing blue eyes.
          
          "I don't mourn strangers."
          
          A beat.
          
          "I save them."
          
          That should've been the end of it.
          
          Instead...
          
          It became the beginning.
          
          One stitch.
          
          One mistake.
          
          One obsession that neither of them saw coming.
          
          
          
           **Stitched to the Devil** -
          First update drops tonight.
          
          You've been warned.
          
          

Hello my lovely readers.
          Maybe some of you don’t know yet, but as usual, I will not be uploading any updates in these sacred days of Dhu’l-Hijjah, so I am sorry to tell you, you have to wait till after Eid-Al Adha insha’allah, but worry not, you will be rewarded with several interesting updates at once.
          Stay tuned and happy Eid

Hello my loves,
          
          I know I disappeared without any notice.
          
          No warning. No explanation. Just silence.
          
          For that… I owe you an apology.
          
          I’m truly sorry.
          
           I also want to apologize for taking my story down without any explanation. Not because I was done—but because I wasn’t. Not really. 
          The story needed to become something more… something truer to the vision I’ve been holding onto. 
          
          And now—
          
          I’m back. 
          
          Though, you all deserved better, and I appreciate your patience more than you know.
          
          But… I’m finally back 
          
          And I have good news—I’ll be republishing my stories again very soon, Inshallah. Not just that, but there are also new stories on the way that I’ve been working on quietly.
          
          As for “Enticing Business”, it will be coming back with some major edits. The story you knew is still there, but it’s being refined and reshaped—let’s just say it’ll be a little more… halal this time ✨
          
          And it won’t be alone. There are other stories waiting in the shadows, ready to be told.
          
          Thank you for your patience, even when I gave you none.
          
          I really love you all for staying, for waiting, and for not giving up on me.
          
          Now I’m curious…
          
          Are you ready to read me again?
          
          I would really love to know… how excited are you? 

Hi, I have been looking for the book you wrote called Enticing business. I have read this book before and really really loved it. And I want to read it again but cannot find anyone on anything or anywhere. Please if you have it could you please guide me through to find the book. I am having a very difficult and exhausted life right now and need to take my mind off of my daily exhausting days and this book really captivated me so I tried to find it in my library but it was gone. Since then I have been trying to find it but was unable to do it. Please please help me. Have a good night.
          

PLEASE REPUBLISH THE BOOK

Where are you, I hope you doing well 

Where are you 

when will u repost the book?

HiMay I know why you deleted the book?

Author’s Note:
          My second story, “His To Protect – Hers To Despise”, is out now!
          I’m so excited to share this dark, intense romance with you all.
          Go check it out and dive into the complicated world of Maria and Vladimir.
          Thank you so much for your support — it means the world to me! ♥
          
          
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