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❈-❈-❈ Two Days Later They say that the dreams we wish for, when we truly believe in them—when we believe that they will eventually come true, just at the right time—do come true. Sometimes, it is simply a matter of time. If someone had told her months ago that the dreams she once thought were beyond the clouds, impossible to reach, would actually come true, she would have called them crazy. Or perhaps completely delusional. Every dream could come true except hers. Yes, she had always believed that some kind of miracle was waiting for her somewhere ahead, but the larger part of her had refused to believe it. How could she, in the first place? Their relationship had once been nothing more than a formal one. Everything about it had screamed impossible. Impossible... Yet if someone told her now that they had dreamed of becoming a doctor without ever attending medical school—and somehow actually became one—it would still sound like an equation that violated every law of logic, some

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What are you talking about, Murad? What could you possibly say? Don't tell me you have some dirt on me or secret videos." He smiled and sighed. With every passing moment, the room seemed to grow quieter, yet Murad's heartbeat grew louder. His mind still couldn't understand how Radwa had managed to capture his heart so completely, in a way he couldn't escape. Every word she whispered, every look she gave him, pulled him closer. It was a strange feeling—comfort and nervousness at the same time. He didn't know exactly what made him feel this way, but something in his heart urged him to remain close, to stay right there, even as countless words fought for space inside his mind. As for Radwa, she was slightly flustered. She knew he was revealing a part of himself, but he still hadn't dared to reveal everything. She understood that somewhere deep inside, he still carried that hesitation that kept him from surrendering completely to this love. But s

Her voice was filled with concern, as though she were standing at a crossroads and believed Tarek shouldn't gamble with his future. Seham sighed again, then answered firmly. "Leave it to God and don't upset him. His father approves." Madihah burst out laughing, though there was sadness beneath it. "His father? Please. He's absolutely thrilled and happy just because his son is happy. "Seham, understand me. I'm not a bad person, and I'm not a selfish mother. I love my son, and I'm scared for him. "I'm afraid I'll let him marry her, and she turns out to be a bad person and he was deceived by her. Then she leaves him, and I know my son will suffer terribly because of it. He might spend the rest of his life unable to get over what she does to him." Her voice was filled with deep fear for her son. She wished she could protect his heart from every possible wound. Seham looked at her silently, then carefully offered her advice. "I understand you, I really do. But at the same time, h

❈-❈-❈ Soft knocks broke the silence of the room. It was Radwa, knocking cautiously, as though she were bracing herself for an unknown reaction. Several heavy minutes passed before Hanan, her mother-in-law, finally gave her permission to enter. Radwa cleared her throat softly, curled her trembling fingers around the doorknob, and pushed the door open slowly, as if she were afraid of disturbing even the walls. A faint smile appeared on her face, but she could not hide the tension creeping deep inside her, like a strange tightness in the pit of her stomach. Why was she this nervous? It was just a conversation, wasn’t it? She tried to reassure herself, but her thoughts refused to stop spinning. “Come in, Radwa. Why are you just standing there?” Hanan’s neutral voice from the other end of the room made her heart beat faster. The older woman was sitting at an elegant table, calmly sipping her coffee, her features stern and unreadable. Radwa approached with hesitant steps and said

“All alone? Why? The house is full of people.” She frowned. “No, it isn’t. You specifically told me not to go downstairs unless you’re with me. Even Mama comes upstairs to see me. All because Nader came back.” The moment she casually mentioned his name, she noticed Murad’s expression change. The calmness slowly disappeared from his features, replaced by unmistakable irritation. His voice changed completely, losing all traces of its earlier tenderness. “So now you want to go downstairs and walk around in front of him? You want to get close to him?” There was a subtle accusation in his tone. She became nervous. “No, of course not. That’s not what I meant.” “Then keep quiet and follow my instructions exactly. Understood?” She gave him nothing but an annoyed glare. He repeated himself, louder this time. “Understood?” She huffed in frustration. “Fine, I understand. I’m not deaf.” “Good girl.” She glared at him, seriously tempted to hit him with anything within reach. He g