Alle Kapitel von A heart bleeding with love: Kapitel 161 – Kapitel 170

❈-❈-❈ She leaned back, settling more comfortably into the plush chair positioned in the middle of the balcony. Ah, the balcony... It was another kind of love, another life altogether. Not merely because it was a brilliant architectural investment in the concept of windows, but because it was also the visible part of a place’s soul. In her opinion, any place without a balcony was simply soulless. And here she was, sitting alone without doing anything particularly important, with a little free time on her hands—which, of course, she hated. Every human being on earth would probably agree with her on that point. And yet, reading was the exception, the one loophole in the rule. Reading was the only kind of free time she willingly threw herself into, allowing it to seep into every corner of her being... Her eyes remained fixed on the book in her hands as she read with concentration. It was a philosophy book. She had never read anything about philosophy before, but she had found this b

Silence filled the room, broken only by the steady sound of the monitor, its rhythm reflecting the anxiety consuming Radwa. The moment she saw Murad lying on the hospital bed, she could no longer hold back her emotions. Tears gathered in her eyes, sparkling like jewels. Then they burst forth like heavy rain. Her heart ached as she stared at his swollen face and prominent bruises. Fear crept into the depths of her soul, as though she were trapped inside a nightmare that refused to end. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands trembling as she held Murad’s hand, as though she wanted to give him a piece of the strength she herself had always drawn from him. Her eyes remained fixed on his bruised face. He looked pale and weak, his features resembling a painful painting. His hands were connected to medical equipment, making her anxiety even worse. She pressed her hands against her chest, as though trying to trap the pain inside herself. But it was useless. Her chest felt pain

Whenever exhaustion appeared on his pale face, she would whisper to him, telling him ridiculous little stories that might have sounded silly, but she deliberately told them in such a dramatic way that a faint smile would eventually appear on his lips, as though she were planting life inside him once again. Whenever he felt weak or discouraged, she stayed by his side, embracing him with her eyes and filling the room with her calm voice and reassuring presence, supporting him shoulder to shoulder. The previous night, when the pain in his fractured arm became worse, she sat beside him on the edge of the bed, gently massaging his hands. Whenever he closed his eyes, she soothed him with her touch, patting his forehead and never stopping her quiet prayers for him, her voice mingling with her tired, uneven breaths. Even when he drifted off for a few moments, she did not dare leave the room. She was afraid he might need her even for a minute while she was gone. And when morning came, s

Radwa began helping Murad put on his shirt slowly and carefully, as though she were handling the most precious thing she owned. She gently lifted his arm and guided it into the sleeve, holding the fabric delicately and adjusting it over his shoulders while watching every movement. Their eyes met from time to time, and she smiled at him tenderly. Her voice carried a mixture of affection and teasing. “Looks like I’m going to be responsible for you for a while. So be obedient and listen to me, okay?” “Yes, Mommy.” Radwa laughed softly before focusing on helping him with both delicate hands. She guided his healthy arm through the sleeve first, then carefully approached his injured arm. She gently lifted the sleeve, making sure it did not touch the cast in a way that might cause him pain. Her movements were precise and cautious, doing everything she could not to make him uncomfortable. She had deliberately chosen a loose shirt to make movement easier for him. Within moments, sh

As she watched his sleeping face, she noticed him beginning to open his eyes slowly. Her face immediately flushed with embarrassment. If she had not been certain that her voice had been too quiet when she said those words, she would have suspected that he had heard her. She quickly smiled and said gently: “Good morning... How are you feeling today?” Murad sighed softly, blinking as traces of sleep still clung to his features. He tried to sit up, then looked at her and spoke in a tired but warm voice. The words came naturally, without thought, simply because he felt them so strongly in that very moment. “Good morning, Radwa... I’m still a little tired, but having you beside me is better than any medicine.” She laughed lightly and playfully tapped his shoulder. “Oh, really? So that’s what I am now? A walking medicine? Should I come with dosage instructions?” He smiled and tried to sit up despite the slight strain. “If you’re willing to increase the dosage, I’m ready to go b