All Chapters of A heart bleeding with love: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"What happened to you? Why are you smiling like that with your mouth hanging open like an idiot? Your eyes practically have hearts coming out of them! And here I was thinking I'd find you crying yourself to death, poor thing. Turns out you're floating around in your own little universe like an idiot." Rania sighed in annoyance and got up, moving slightly away from her. "Oh, come on! Nothing I do is ever good enough for you." She finished speaking as she walked toward the mirror. She looked at her reflection with a smile, then picked up her hairbrush and slowly began brushing her artificially blonde strands. The smile never left her face. Esraa became convinced that something had happened to her. Perhaps yesterday's events had finally driven her into some strange psychological state. "Glory be to the One who changes people's moods. Of course, we're not going to complain about seeing you happy, but tell me... what's with that weird smile? What happened?" Rania was about to ans

. She had deliberately emphasized her beauty tonight. She wanted to look so striking that she would leave everyone breathless. There was a reason for it. It would be a terrible mistake if anyone at this party appeared more beautiful than she did. She had always been accustomed to being the center of attention. And she wasn't about to give up that position. Especially not tonight. Mazen had organized the party at one of the city's nightclubs to celebrate finishing university, inviting his university friends. She was one of the invited guests. At first, she had almost refused to go to such a filthy place. But Salma's provocation during their last encounter had changed her mind. Not only did she decide to go, she insisted on it. Even after Esraa refused because she was sick, Rania was determined to be the crowned queen of the night. And she succeeded. She added the final touch: her favorite intoxicating perfume. She sprayed a generous amount over her carefully arranged ou

❈-❈-❈ The car came to a stop beneath the building, and a heavy silence settled between them. He did not look at her. He had not uttered a single word since they had left together, and there was something strange hanging in the air between them. His eyes remained fixed on the road, shifting between it and the surrounding streets as though his entire mind were focused on one thing alone: getting away. Anger was evident in every movement he made, even in the way his hand gripped the steering wheel, his fingers clenched unnaturally tight as though he were trying to restrain all the rage burning inside him. He was different now. He had changed, and she could tell he was treating her in a way she had never seen before. He was not as calm as he usually was. There was something heavy in his features, and the restrained anger he had tried so desperately to hide still gleamed in his eyes. The moment she realized he was deliberately refusing to look at her felt like a turning point. She h

. Every time she closed her eyes, images chased her—one scene after another of what tomorrow would bring. She smiled unconsciously, a small smile resembling the whisper of a joyful heart afraid to announce its happiness too loudly. Tomorrow... Only a few hours separated her from the day she had been waiting for ever since she first understood what love meant. This day was the fulfillment of her greatest dream, as close to a personal miracle as anything could be. Her wedding day. The day that would remain forever engraved in her memory as the most important day of her life. But more important than all of that was the man she would be marrying. Murad. The name that had always rested inside her heart like an unwavering wish. The dream that had accompanied her for years until it had become an inseparable part of her soul. Murad. The man who was not merely her first love, but her salvation. Her beginning and her ending. Her eternal wish that she had always feared would remain b

She ended the call with restrained irritation, then carefully closed the balcony door behind her. She walked slowly toward the door, cautious not to make a sound that might wake anyone in the family. Her hands trembled slightly from nervousness, her fingers clutching the edge of the shawl covering her slender shoulders. When she reached the door, she pushed it open carefully and left it slightly ajar behind her because she did not have the key. As she headed toward the stairs, she raised her voice slightly, muttering in an angry whisper: _"He's insane. I swear he's insane! And he's trying to cause a scandal for me here." The staircase was dimly lit. Her footsteps made only the faintest sound as she descended carefully. The closer she came to the building entrance, the harder her heart raced, as though she were competing against time itself. She could not tell whether the rush was anger or something else—something mysterious, somewhere between excitement and nervousness. The