All Chapters of A heart bleeding with love: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

. She picked up her white handbag, slipped on her sneakers, and left her room. She found Rania's father, Hamdy, sitting in the living room, completely absorbed in his newspaper, as he always was on quiet mornings. Morning sunlight filtered through the windows, bathing the room in warmth. It played across his white hair and reflected softly against his features, making the room feel even calmer. She approached him quietly and greeted him with a bright smile, her face glowing with energy and peace. As she leaned down to kiss his cheeks, she felt the warmth of a father's love filling that moment. Hamdy raised his head from the newspaper, his eyes widening happily when he saw her. "Good morning to the prettiest flower in the house. Where are you going this early?" His eyes were filled with love, the warmth in his expression making it seem as though every word came directly from his heart. He knew there was something special about this day. She answered him softly, smiling with a

Rania followed her in. The place was relatively quiet. She walked behind Esraa, looking around curiously until they reached an area somewhat separated from the tables outside. A secluded corner of the café, apparently reserved for private gatherings. Rania screamed in fright the moment something exploded beside her ear out of nowhere. Tiny colorful pieces of paper rained down over her. At the same time, her friends burst into excited cheers. They all rushed toward her, congratulating her. "Happy birthday, Riri!" It was Amira, Esraa's younger sister, who had thrown the confetti moments earlier. Rania suddenly felt happiness flooding through her. She looked around at what they had done for her, her eyes shining with deep emotion. They had chosen a large, secluded table and decorated it with flowers. A cake sat in the middle bearing the number 22. She had officially turned twenty-two. But what surprised her most was seeing Enam, Esraa and Amira's mother, along with Mazen,

. "And who exactly are you?" Then she turned toward Rania. "Well, look at you, Rania. So now you're hanging around with men too? I was wondering who had gotten inside this girl's head. It must be you." She pointed at Rania furiously. "Come on. Get in front of me before I drag you out by your hair right now." Everything happened under everyone's stunned gaze. Some of them didn't even understand what had just happened. They understood nothing. They simply watched in silence. Ahlam dragged Rania away and left. The moment she was gone, Esraa collapsed into the nearest chair, exhausted. She buried her face in her hands, shaking her head in disbelief. "And I actually thought she came because she wanted to make Rania happy by being there... Look what she did. I shouldn't have trusted that woman. I shouldn't have believed she'd actually changed." ❈-❈-❈ That morning, her room had been filled with excitement, energy, and anticipation for life. By evening, it had become completel

. He treated her with indescribable tenderness, as though words were no longer the only language between them. He managed to comfort her within a very short time. It felt as though the entire world had disappeared. Nothing remained except her. Except her muffled voice. Except this pivotal moment in her life. For the first time in her life, on that very day, she felt she had found someone she could tell everything to without fearing judgment or misunderstanding. After some time, he began calming her down in a quiet, reassuring manner. His voice was almost like a cool breeze on a scorching day, refreshing her and bringing her back to life. Eventually, her crying stopped, as though the cup that had overflowed had suddenly shattered. But he didn't stop there. Without forcing her, he somehow encouraged her to open her heart even further. His voice was low but firm. "Rania, please... don't keep any pain bottled up inside you." Her eyes filled with conflicting emotions. But s

Then he had appeared out of nowhere. And somehow, he had possessed an incredible, almost strange ability to calm her down and absorb every ounce of anger and resentment inside her. His gentle words had felt as though they had loosened that rope around her neck and replaced it with a wreath of roses. That was how sweet the feeling had been. He had been remarkably good at getting her to release everything weighing on her heart with ease and reassurance. For the first time, she had spoken that freely to someone other than Esraa. Especially a man. He listened to her in a way that made her feel as though he was paying attention to every single word. Even when she cried, he understood the broken, stammering fragments of her speech. There was something incredibly comforting about having someone listen to you with such complete attention, without getting bored, as though he had all the time in the world and had chosen to give every second of it to you. As though your words were saf