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Intro. In a large golden house on the hill lived Zayn, a powerful man feared by many but softened by one: Sana, his youngest wife. Though tradition had bound him to marry Amina, the first wife, his heart had never once opened for her. Amina walked the hallways with bitterness growing like thorns. Sana walked the same halls, and flowers seemed to bloom at her feet. Zayn hated the constant arguments, the coldness, the way Amina tried to control every room. But when Sana entered? His voice softened. His eyes warmed. His entire world shifted.

Sana the belovedđź©·.

@Kaitlynn Samuels