All Chapters of A heart bleeding with love: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

She took a long breath, inhaling more of it. Why rush? In only a few hours, she would never have to miss his scent again. The owner of that scent himself would be hers. He watched her standing with her back to him. The movement of her hands behind her made it obvious how nervous she was, rubbing them together repeatedly. He stood there for a few seconds, suddenly imagining what she would look like. He wondered how the jasmine flower would look after putting on that dress—the dress he had seen before and which, despite himself, had never truly left his mind. He took slow steps toward her. The closer he came, the more he noticed her rubbing her hands nervously. Seconds later, she finally turned toward him after gathering enough courage and counting down from ten. His eyes collided with her face. And at that moment, the hands of the clock stopped. His heart fell to the floor. She had surpassed every expectation he had. She was breathtaking. The dress made her look even m

❈-❈-❈ She followed him with slow steps, weighed down by the heavy dress. Her slender body could barely bear its weight; the pearls encrusted all over it had made it even heavier than it already was. He walked ahead of her on their way to the room reserved for them at the hotel. Since they were alone, there was no need for him to keep playing the role of the groom. He was not obligated to pretend to be happy the way he had downstairs only minutes ago. He had truly looked like a real groom—happy, no, almost floating with joy. He had played the part perfectly so that no one would notice anything or hurt her. They had looked like an ordinary newlywed couple. Anyone watching them would have thought they were lovers who had finally reunited after fighting a bloody battle to protect their love. Others had looked at them with tearful eyes at the sight of such a romantic scene, even envying her for having a man who loved her that much. She, too, was grateful and happy to have a man like h

She looked at his disheveled appearance after a deep night's sleep, the strands of his hair spread freely across the pillow, his half-open eyes heavy with sleep. That effortless messiness softened his features and made her heart beat to a different rhythm—a rhythm only she understood when she saw him like this. "Good morning... I'll order breakfast right away." Her voice was soft but filled with an unusual liveliness for such an early morning, as though this simple exchange had already become a private ritual she could not do without. Her eyes remained fixed on him as he slowly sat halfway up, running a hand over his face as though trying to wipe away the remnants of sleep. He rubbed his eyes absentmindedly, revealing a gentle struggle between his desire to remain in that warmth and his need to face the day. "What time is it?" His voice was even raspier, as though he were struggling to wake himself up. Yet that rasp only made his words affect her more, making her feel as thoug

But before she stood, she leaned toward Radwa and said with a smile: "Don't take that pill. It's blood-pressure medication... And I have to say, I love your strategy. Bravo." With that, she left her with a wink, letting Radwa know that she had understood the entire performance from the beginning. Radwa gave her a grateful smile, then immediately resumed her act. "Oh, my stomach... I don't know what's happening to me. I was perfectly fine this morning!" ❈-❈-❈ She sat at the sports club at one of the tables relatively far from the noise, holding a book in her hands and completely absorbed in reading. Cool breezes moved around her. Winter was approaching, and the weather had begun to turn slightly cold. Since she had felt a little chilly that morning when she arrived, she had brought a somewhat heavy jacket and worn it over her gray sweater. Once the weather became milder, she took it off and left it draped over the edge of the chair opposite her. She turned the page after fi

❈-❈-❈ Always, or at least most of the time, she would plant a day among the jasmine fields of her heart—a flower here, another there—doing everything she could to make them last as long as possible. And with every flower that bloomed, she found herself more determined to plant her love inside him, almost forcefully, driven by a heart that desperately wanted to feel the love of its other half in return. That day had been postponed indefinitely. A day that had failed to come together like all the others in her life, and unfortunately, it would remain sitting on that shelf of postponement... archived somewhere far away, yet destined to haunt her life until the very end. And what a cruel irony that the very same day was now the day she was living. She had begun it radiant, happy, optimistic, watching her fields bloom and grow with shining eyes. Then, in the blink of an eye, the light in those eyes turned into heavy rain—her tears—when the scene before her changed from bright, bloomi