Chapter _ 2 Episode _ 2 "The beautiful life of Nelly in her twenties with Father Kamal"

Nelly

Nelly was a young woman in her mid-twenties, carrying a kind of beauty that did not seek the light—rather, it drew the light toward her. Her long dark hair flowed over her shoulders as if the night itself had been poured upon them, and in her deep eyes hid untold stories: a blend of innocence lost too early and a quiet boldness trying to rise again.

Her features were delicate and silent, yet each detail spoke on its own: her faint smile tinged with sorrow, her confident steps despite her fragility, and her soft voice born from a heart that had known loss far more than joy.

Between her strength and her weakness stood Nelly… a soul searching for a spark of safety, an echo of a wound that has never healed.

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Kamal – Nelly’s Father

In his mid-fifties, Kamal sat in his wheelchair like a mountain shattered by a blow of fate. He had once been strong, broad-shouldered, powerful—but life broke him suddenly and left his strength trapped in memories.

His hair, streaked with gray, and his perpetually stern features were not signs of cruelty but of a heavy pain dwelling deep within him. His eyes carried a silent sorrow and an endless worry—a fear that time might take his only daughter away from him as well.

He was a loving father, but exhausted, battling his own frailty every day; a man trying to be a pillar even after the ground had been pulled from beneath him.

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Laila – Nelly’s Mother (Deceased)

Laila, in her forties, embodied a kind of unforgettable calm. A beautiful woman, naturally elegant, with a tenderness enough to light an entire home. Her soft brown hair framed her gentle face, and her eyes held a warmth that made anyone who saw her feel as though they had arrived at home.

With her death, Nelly did not lose only a mother—she lost the sanctuary that shielded her from the cruelty of the world. Laila’s absence became a black hole that swallowed a part of the family’s heart… and continues to swallow every moment of peace.

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Ryan – Nelly’s Brother (Deceased)

Ryan… the boy who never reached his twelfth year, leaving his laughter suspended in the corners of the house. Small in stature, bursting with life, he ran lightly and spread joy wherever he appeared.

His slightly messy dark hair and his innocent, charming smile made him a pure fragment of the world—the world that was torn away from him far too soon.

His death in the accident did not only break Nelly’s heart—it stole from her the child she once was, forcing her to live ever since on the edge of an endless loss.

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Raed

In his early thirties, Raed stood like a tall, solid shadow; his presence arrived before his footsteps, and his voice commanded a natural respect. His features were unmistakably handsome, yet imbued with a sternness that granted him a mysterious allure. His brown eyes shifted between firmness and warmth—between the responsible doctor and the man who carried secrets he rarely revealed.

He possessed a mind capable of reading souls, and a calmness that unsettled those who stood before him. But he also carried another side—selfish, darker—one that surfaced when love blurred with a desire for possession.

He entered Nelly’s life after the family’s tragedy like a savior, offering her what she believed she had lost: reassurance… before becoming the greatest source of her confusion.

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– The Pulse of Love Creeping into the Heart –

One night, Kamal lay on his bed in his room, while Nelly sat on the chair in front of him. Kamal’s gaze fell upon the framed photograph hanging on the wall—it was a picture of Laila, his wife. His eyes lingered on it, staring deeply, filled with longing and gratitude.

Nelly noticed his gaze and asked softly,

“Have you missed her?”

She smiled to herself as she whispered,

“I’ve missed her too… more than ever.”

Nelly stood up and walked toward the frame on the wall. She took it carefully and handed it to Kamal, placing it gently on his chest. Kamal looked at the frame but could not bring himself to touch it. A tear slipped from his eye, yet quickly a smile appeared—a smile he hadn’t shown since his paralysis—a smile of yearning and nostalgia for the woman he loved, who had left this world, leaving him alone.

Nelly hung the frame back on the wall, returned to Kamal, wiped the tear from his eye, and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead—just before the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house. She rose and walked to the front door. When she opened it, Raed stood there.

“Hello, Nelly.”

“Hello. How is Uncle Kamal today?”

“He’s fine.”

Raed and Nelly entered Kamal’s room. As usual, Raed began preparing the injection for Kamal, assisted by Nelly. But this time, Raed’s eyes lingered on Nelly, filled with a desire to get closer, with admiration. Nelly noticed it for the first time—and it seemed she too was drawn to his gaze. She returned his admiring look.

Raed finished administering the injection and left the room, with Nelly opening the door for him. But in the living room, just before she could open the door, Kamal reached out and held Nelly’s hand, whispering,

“Nelly… I admire you. You are such a beautiful young woman.”

Nelly blushed, shyly lowering her gaze for a few seconds before looking up and saying softly,

“And you too, Raed.”

It was the first time Nelly had addressed Raed by his name alone.

Raed opened the door and stepped out. Nelly returned to Kamal’s room, reflecting on every whisper and every glance from Raed. She stood before Kamal, who had closed his eyes, sinking into sleep as usual after his heavy dose of medication. Nelly quietly left the room and closed the door behind her.

She went to her own room, sitting alone, thinking of Raed. Slowly, the warmth of love began to seep into her heart, breaking through the barriers of her emotions. For the first time, Nelly thought of something other than care and duty toward her father. She felt a spark of attraction to Raed. Yet questions lingered: Why did Raed act as he did today? Does he also feel something for me? Or was it merely kindness, pity for the life I lead?

At that moment, Nelly felt her body awakening in ways unfamiliar—a new, alluring transformation. She was at the age of a beautiful young woman, a body ready to love and be loved, though this feeling had long been dormant, silenced by grief over painful memories and devotion to her father.

Raed had awakened it. Nelly lay on her bed, feeling every contour of her body, clutching her pillow tightly as if holding onto him, drifting perhaps into a dream where she could reach Raed’s own bed—into the realm of desire and longing.