All Chapters of NELLIE AND NAOMI : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Inside the air-conditioned train carriageNaomi was seated in a cluster of four seats, occupying seat number 90, with her child resting on her lap. Across from her sat two young, beautiful women in seats 91 and 92, with the adjacent seat—number 93—empty. Naomi’s gaze remained fixed on her child.After a few minutes, a passenger approached, holding his ticket for seat 93. He glanced at the seat number and then sat beside Naomi, placing a briefcase of documents on his legs. He exuded elegance: black hair slicked back and shiny, a captivating scent, dark eyes, olive-toned skin, a noticeable scar on his right cheek, a gold watch, a gold ring, and sunglasses that partially concealed his eyes. Of medium height, a faint smile appeared on his serious face as he settled into the seat.Naomi’s eyes flicked toward him briefly. The high-speed train whistled as it passed by the carriage Naomi was in. She looked forward, then returned her gaze to her child. Calm and silence returned after the passi

Samah in the Home of His New Wife, GhadaSamah sat in the living room, sunk into a heavy silence, slowly smoking his cigarette. He exhaled the smoke into the air as if trying to release his anger with every breath. His features were tense, his eyes charged with strain, and his hands trembled slightly—a tremor that betrayed a quiet defeat.Ghada stepped out of her bedroom with confident strides and sat across from him. She crossed one leg over the other and lit another cigarette. Tension showed on her face, but it was a tension cloaked in provocation, in deliberate coldness.Samah raised his eyes to her, blew the smoke toward the ceiling, and said in a low yet charged voice: “Where is all this behavior leading, Ghada?”Ghada exhaled sharply and replied with biting sarcasm: “These are my ways. This is Ghada—the one you’ve known for a year. And I’ve been putting up with you for a year, with your nerves and your filth.”Samah flinched slightly and said bitterly: “Does a respectable wife t

A Quiet… Yet Bitter MorningThe morning lay unusually still, a heavy silence that carried no comfort—only a subtle bitterness seeping into the heart.Adel and Nelly sat together in the living room around the breakfast table. Nelly moved cautiously and quietly, placing the dishes before Adel, preparing the coffee with meticulous care, setting the cup near his hand, as if these small gestures could somehow repair something broken within him.Her efforts to change his state were evident: to fill the emptiness left by absence, to show a timid love, and to reach closer to a man she knew in her depths whose heart was elsewhere.She was well aware of Adel’s love for Naomi and fully understood the depth of his feelings since her sudden departure. Yet, Adel sat there with only his body present… a body without mind, a soul absent somewhere far away.Nelly sat beside him at the table, observing the wandering gaze in his eyes, that absent-mindedness that no eye could miss.Neither of them spoke a

Adel and Nelly — The Heated ConfrontationThe beginning of a new climax on a scorching nightThe car came to a stop beneath the building.Adel stepped out slowly and shut the door firmly behind him. Sorrow was evident in the slope of his shoulders and in the heaviness of his steps as he headed toward the entrance, as though each step were pulling him deeper into himself.Inside, Nelly stood before the mirror in her bedroom, adjusting strands of her hair and steadying her breath, as if preparing for a battle rather than a meeting.The apartment door opened. Adel entered and closed it behind him. Tension clung to him like a shadow since Naomi’s departure. He cast a brief glance toward Nelly’s room—it was lit. He sat down on the living-room sofa, a body present and a mind far away.Nelly sensed his return. She left the room quietly, closed the door behind her, glanced quickly at her sleeping child on the bed, then moved toward Adel with light steps and a weary smile.She sat beside him a

“A New Morning Inside Adham’s Palace”In the morning, Adham and Naomi were lying on the bed.Adham woke first, opened his eyes, and looked at Naomi with admiration. He smiled, leaned closer, and whispered her name.Naomi brushed her hand across her cheek and said, her eyes still closed, “I want to sleep.”She appeared drowsy, as if she did not fully realize what she was saying.Adel rose from the bed, left the room, and closed the door, saying to himself, “It seems I was very drunk last night—how was the bedroom door even open?”He headed toward the staircase and went down to the first floor.Jana was sitting in the living room on a chair, holding the baby in her lap. She stood up, lifted the child in her arms, and said,“Good morning, Mr. Adham.”Adham approached Jana and said,“Good morning, Jana.”Jana said,“I went up to Naomi’s room last night, but your bedroom door was open, and I saw—?!”Adham said seriously,“What did you see?”Jana said angrily,“I will never accept what I sa