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She tried to pull his hands away when the pain became unbearable, but he kept his eyes fixed on her.

His eyes had turned into a dark, almost black void that seemed capable of swallowing her whole.

"So there is someone? And I wonder who that unfortunate man is—the one fate has placed within my reach..."

Finally, she managed to yank her arm free with force and anger, shouting at him:

"Nader, can you stop interfering in my life already? Now get out before someone sees us like this!"

She ge
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  • A heart bleeding with love   252 النهاية

    “What, Toti, darling? Are you seriously going to judge me for eating?” He leaned against the doorframe, placing his hands on his hips. “Toti?! No, no, enjoy yourself. “But not like this! You’re already working on your twentieth box of chocolates since yesterday.” Rania smiled and held the chips out to him again with playful affection. “Come on, eat with me.” He looked at the table, then at her, and took a step backward. “Eat what? Have you left anything for me? “You’ve declared war on food... May God help us.” She laughed lightly, then placed a hand on her stomach and said cheerfully, as though defending her appetite: “What, Tariq? I’m eating for two. “Your son came out starving. I don’t know who he got that from.” Tariq laughed. “From his mother, obviously. “And after all this food and all these expenses, he’ll probably come out looking like a lizard.” She threw a small pillow at him, laughing. “You’re hilarious, sweetheart... “Come here. Did you b

  • A heart bleeding with love   251

    . Radwa laughed. In a spontaneous moment, she rested her head against his shoulder, surrendering to the warmth that always accompanied him. Then she whispered, as though revealing a secret meant only for herself: “If you ever get tired of me, you’ll get tired of this movie too.” Murad turned toward her, his eyes studying every detail of her face, the faint glow in her eyes, the warmth hidden in her voice. He reached out and gently touched her cheek, as though testing its softness beneath his fingertips. Then he said quietly: “I could never get tired of you. I truly thank God for having you in my life, Radwa. You’ve changed so many things.” She smiled, gratitude filling her eyes. She raised her hand and gently brushed her fingertip against his cheek, a touch so light it was barely there, yet it carried every emotion she struggled to put into words. “I’m the one who thanks God that I’m with you now. You have no idea how impossible this dream once seemed... but it came true.”

  • A heart bleeding with love   250

    Radwa sat in her room after Murad had left to prepare their things for the return journey. She closed the door behind her and stood for a moment, staring around the room as though trying to process everything that had happened. Her heart was overflowing with happiness. But it wasn’t a loud or overwhelming happiness. It was more like the feeling of life returning to a heartbeat that had been still for far too long. She walked toward the window and opened it, allowing the cool air to brush against her face. She closed her eyes for a moment and breathed deeply, as though releasing all the burdens that had weighed on her during the past few days. Her fingers touched the wooden frame in a soft rhythm, as though trying to calm herself despite the happiness rising from her heart to her lips. She began walking around the room lightly, her movements almost resembling an unsteady dance, filled with innocent joy. She stopped in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection. She see

  • A heart bleeding with love   249

    “But... love alone isn’t enough.” He stepped closer, breaking the distance she had insisted on keeping between them. He sat on the edge of the table in front of her and spoke in a low but determined voice: “I know love alone isn’t enough. “That’s why I’m not asking you to forgive me without proving that I deserve this chance. “Tell me anything. Any condition. “I’m willing to do it. “Just don’t close the door between us, Radwa.” Their eyes met again. It was the most honest moment they had ever shared. She felt something heavy slowly lift from her heart, but her mind still insisted on remaining guarded. He continued regretfully: “I know any excuse I make now won’t change anything. “But I need to tell you something. “I was wrong. I know that. And I regret it more than you can imagine. “My anger blinded me, Radwa. “You have no idea what that baby meant to me, especially because he was yours. “And the thought that you had spoken to Nader and plotted against me... all of t

  • A heart bleeding with love   248

    “Just make sure what happened becomes a lesson for him, and let your confrontation with him be the beginning of new boundaries in your life together.” A faint smile appeared on her lips, though it was filled with thought. She lifted her head and looked toward the garden as though searching the distance for an answer that would finally bring her certainty. “Look, he’s been here since early morning. He came to make peace with you. “But forgive me, I couldn’t overlook the fact that he laid a hand on you. I gave him what he deserved, and I defended your dignity in my own way. “He truly regrets what he did. “He wants to talk to you. “See what would satisfy you and restore your dignity in your own eyes. “But I want you to understand something. None of us is incapable of making mistakes. “I think you should give him another chance. “You know you won’t be able to live without him. “He made a mistake, he admits it, and he regrets it. “I’m going to call him now. “If you don’t want

  • A heart bleeding with love   247

    “Two Days Later — Morocco” The backyard garden of her parents’ home in Morocco looked like a living painting. Ancient trees stretched their shadows across the ground, while flowers scattered in an artfully chaotic arrangement, their colors striking against one another—the purple of bougainvillea, the yellow of lavender blossoms, and the pure white of jasmine, whose fragrance drifted gently with the evening breeze. The sun was in the final stages of setting, painting the sky in shades of gold and orange, as though mirroring the colors of sorrow layered within Radwa’s heart. She sat on a wooden bench tucked away from prying eyes, beneath the overlapping branches of an ancient olive tree. It had been her favorite spot since she arrived two days ago. She wore a simple pale-blue linen dress, its edges decorated with delicate Moroccan embroidery in green and white. The dress reached her ankles. Her father’s wife, Nargis, had given it to her. A soft gray shawl rested around her shou

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