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Intro. Yasmine believed in only one thing: independence. She didn’t need a man to complete her. She didn’t wait for love to give her meaning. She was born into a family that owned half the city. Palaces. Corporations. International investments. Everything calculated… except emotions. To her, love was a losing deal. Until that minor collision at the traffic light. It wasn’t serious—just a side scratch and a slight dent. But her pride was bruised more than the car. The vehicle was taken to a nearby repair shop her driver recommended. She entered the place in high heels and her usual superior composure… Then she stopped. A man was bent over an engine under a white overhead light. Simple black shirt. Sleeves rolled up. Defined forearms. Dark hair. Sharp features. A steady gaze that wasn’t searching for admiration. He didn’t stare at her. He didn’t react to her name. He looked at the car. Then at her. " I’ll finish it in an hour. " His voice was deep. Calm. Different. His name? Iyad. He finished in

Iyad

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