Manouch

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Manouch by Anne Welters He came from one part of the world, and she came from another. When he saw her for the first time, he knew he wanted her for his wife. Patiently he waited until she was ready. Their love was like the first ray of sunlight in the morning and like the silver ray of the moon on a clear night. Their children were their greatest joy and their worst nightmare. He was strikingly handsome with his black hair and eyes like molten chocolate. She was petite with a smile that turned to steel when it was needed. Her name was Manouch, and Salem was patient.