RAED AND NELLY STEAL LOVE

The following night, Raed didn't come. He usually returned every other day, entering the house as quietly as a gentle breeze. But his absence that night weighed heavily on Nelly 's chest; she felt something she'd never known before, a small emptiness in her heart, the place Raed's presence had filled without her even realizing it. After she finished caring for her father, she retreated to her room, lost in a profound silence broken only by his name. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring into the void, thinking about him more than she should, more than she was used to. It was as if Raed's absence had awakened something new within her; something like longing, like yearning, perhaps even like love for the first time in her life.

The next night, the doorbell rang. She hurried to it with light steps and a pounding heart. When she opened the door, Raed was standing there, but something in his eyes had changed, as if he were seeing Nelly for the first time. She was wearing an elegant, delicate dress that draped gracefully around her waist, and a luxurious perfume emanated from her neck, a fragrance that reflected a femininity she had never before displayed. Her long hair, cascading smoothly over her shoulders, seemed like the final touch in a painting she had unconsciously perfected. Raed spoke softly, with a mixture of surprise and admiration.

Raed: Good evening, Nelly .

She answered with a fresh, gentle, and warm smile, captivating in its beauty.

Nelly:Good evening, Raed.

They headed together towards Kamel's room. Kamel was lying on his bed, his movements confined to his eyes. Whenever his gaze fell upon Raed, it held a glimmer of long, silent hope the hope of a man whose soul clung to life through the young doctor's smile.

Raed approached him with an even greater warmth than usual.

Raed:Good evening, Mr. Kamel. I hope you are well today.

Raed opened his medical bag, took out the syringe, and approached Kamel, Nelly assisting him every step of the way. Her proximity to Raed bothered her, but she hid it well, except for a slight tremor in her fingers. When Raed finished, Nelly walked ahead of him toward the living room. But this time, Raed stopped halfway, turned to her, and gently reached out to take her hand, a tenderness that seemed like a first confession. In a new tone, the tone of a man seeing a perfect woman for the first time, he whispered,

Raed: You look absolutely beautiful tonight, Nelly. Truly stunning.

He didn't wait for her reply. He moved closer and closer until only a breath separated them. Then he kissed her a kiss unlike any other, hot and deep, carrying within it all the feelings they had buried for years, all the longing neither of them had dared to express. Nelly responded with overwhelming passion, as if she had been waiting for this moment her whole life, a moment that awakened her dormant femininity. She pressed against him, and they clung to each other, two bodies and two souls merging into one, as if they had finally found a feeling they belonged to. The kiss lasted for minutes, minutes in which the outside world disappeared, and life stirred in the world between them. Inside, Kamel lay on his bed. He didn't hear the door close, and Nelly didn't return immediately. Surprise and wonder flickered in his eyes, but after a few moments, he heard whispers, then a kiss, then hot, turbulent breaths. His expression changed, and tension crept into his eyes. He didn't suspect anything, but he knew something strange was happening. Meanwhile, outside, Raed and Nelly were lost in thought. In their stolen moments, Raed's hand roamed over her body with the passion of a man discovering a fire beneath the skin. Nelly trembled with desire, as if everything inside her was crumbling before her. He began to pull her dress down from her shoulder. They were inches from the point of no return. But suddenly, Nelly pulled away. She took a step back, breathing heavily, her eyes vacant as if she had just woken from a deep dream or emerged from a fleeting trance. Raed looked at her, puzzled, then understood. He didn't say a word. He took a slow, deep breath and left in silence. Nelly closed the door behind him and leaned her back against it, her heart pounding so hard she couldn't comprehend what was happening inside her or what she was feeling.

But Raed walked down the street, wiping a red kiss from his lips, oblivious to the other kisses imprinted on his chest, visible through the opening of his shirt the marks of a woman who no longer knew how to retreat.

The following night dragged on endlessly, like a burning fire, and the longing within them burned like a self-consuming flame. Raed began to view his injection appointment not as a medical duty, but as a moment his heart anticipated even before his hands did.

Nelly counted the long hours, waiting for the night Raed would ring their doorbell again.

Two nights later, Raed stood at the door, unusually nervous. He pressed the bell, his anxiety so palpable that he forgot his medical bag containing his syringes. Yet, he made sure to wear a new shirt, dab on some expensive cologne, and meticulously comb his shiny hair. He looked more like a man going on a romantic date than a medical appointment. Nelly opened the door.

But she wasn't the Nelly he knew. She was a woman of striking femininity, dressed in eye-catching, provocative clothing, appearing even more alluring, revealing more than she could bear to see, as if she were waiting to relive what had happened between them, or perhaps reenacting it over and over again over the past two days. Raed entered, and she closed the door behind him. She noticed his nervousness when she asked him about the missing bag. Before he could explain, she answered with a confident smile,

Nellie:We have some syringes here.

They entered Kamal's room, and Raed began giving him the injection, but so quickly that even Kamal felt a unease he couldn't understand. They went out into the living room. Time stood still at their first step. They drew closer in a silence known only to lovers, and kisses erupted again, hot and eager, as if imprisoned for years and finally freed. Nelly was more untamed this time; a woman's hunger overwhelmed the tranquility that had filled her. Raed, on the other hand, was a man discovering his body for the first time, shedding the burden of his years. It wasn't just Kamal's illness and immobility that made them feel safe; it was an unbridled desire enough to shatter all boundaries. Within minutes, their clothes had vanished, as if their bodies had rejected the constraints that had long bound their feelings. Nelly had never known a man before.

Raed, too, had never been with a woman before. Under the spell of passion, they lost their virginity in a moment they didn't fully realize. For the depths of love are not measured by reason, but by immersion in it.

Inside the room, Kamel heard the sounds rising: whispers, kisses, the unmistakable rhythm of pleasure. A helplessness more cruel than illness was etched on his face. He tried to get up, tried to raise his hand, tried to move, tried to do anything. But his body betrayed him, and he fell from the bed. He began to crawl on his knees, his teeth clenched with pain and determination. His movement stopped, then he resumed, the lines on his face deepening as if etching his torment. He crawled until he reached the threshold of the room's open door and raised his head slightly, gazing at Nelly and Raed. He saw them lost in their pleasure, their bodies intertwined, a desire that shattered the sanctity of the home and the weight of years. He stared at them for a moment, but couldn't bear to look at them any longer. He lowered his head and looked back at the ground, then crawled back into the room. His heart broke, and his pain intensified, not from the illness itself, but from the truth about his daughter, Nelly, which he had witnessed firsthand.

At that moment, Nelly glanced over Raed's shoulder and saw Kamal retreating to his room. But she didn't stop. She continued her relationship with Raed as if nothing had happened, until the storm of lust subsided. She dressed, and Raed dressed as well. He went to the apartment door, opened it, and left. Nelly closed the door behind him, but she didn't enter Kamal's room that night. She stood gazing towards Kamal's room for a moment, then went to her own. She entered the room.

She lay down on her bed, that strange warmth still coursing beneath her skin.

As for Kamel,

he lay on the floor of his room, and movement slowly began to return to his hands. He tried to climb onto the bed but failed and fell back to the floor. He sat up, his head resting against the edge, panting for breath breaths of sorrow that burned more than pain.

The following night, Nelly emerged from her room, radiating an overwhelming joy a joy she had never known before. She walked slowly toward her father Kamel's room. She entered wearing a revealing nightgown, a far cry from the modest girl she had once been. She found him asleep on the floor and said lightly,

Nelly:It seems you saw everything yesterday, that's all. I forgot to lift you to bed.

She approached him and, with difficulty, lifted him onto the bed. Kamel opened his eyes for a moment, glanced at her, then quickly closed them again. Nelly left, whispering to herself,

Nelly:What did we do last night?" I can't believe it. I felt like I was drunk.

And it seemed that Nelly was drunk on love, not alcohol. She muttered to herself as she headed towards her room, sadness returning to her features.

Nelly: Raed loves me. He's going to marry me. There's nothing to worry about, Nelly