Lahat ng Kabanata ng A heart bleeding with love: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

. The love in her chest had been created solely for him, and she would remain bound to him until the very end. Some people would say she was going through adolescence, and that this was nothing more than the impulsiveness of youth. But she had an entirely different point of view. She believed there was no such thing as an "adolescent phase." It was merely a word people invented to blame their failures and mistakes on, claiming it was because they were teenagers. Human beings make mistakes. They make mistakes and learn throughout every stage of their lives. It had absolutely nothing to do with the idea that mistakes existed only during adolescence, that reckless teenage years were the sole period of impulsiveness. Yes, when a person grows older, they often become calmer and more mature than before. But that, too, was not tied to any particular age. There were people over forty whose minds were still stuck somewhere below the age of ten. The matter depended on the mind. The

Instead, she made things worse with her cheerful laughter, filling the room like a roaring flood. She looked at her innocently, as though she had done absolutely nothing wrong. "Come on, Riri! It's a special day and all. Shouldn't we start it with a little suspense?" "Laila" laughed as she said it, throwing another spark onto the fire of irritation she had just lit inside "Radwa". She did not realize her response would come immediately. Without warning, a large pillow flew straight toward her face. The hit landed perfectly, as though "Radwa" had spent the entire night training for target practice. "What did you expect from me? Who's your brother, anyway? Nader! You idiot! You scared the life out of me. My knees practically gave out!" "Laila" muttered the words while trying to catch her breath after the unexpected attack. Her laughter had turned into a mixture of excitement and nervousness as she slowly wiped her face, as though checking whether it had survived the assault.

❈-❈-❈A mall, shopping, and two girls—what else could anyone expect?They had been wandering around for four whole hours, buying anything that caught their attention or appealed to them. If they could, they would have taken the entire mall home with them.They would walk out of one store, and mere seconds later, they would walk into another. Their original plan had been to buy a single dress for the party, but in reality, they had already bought ten dresses in different colors and styles...And now, they were standing in front of the eleventh dress that had caught Radwa's attention.Every time her eyes fell on a dress she liked, she bought it immediately, declaring that it was the perfect dress. Yet barely a minute or two would pass before they found another one she liked even more than the previous one. So, naturally, she bought that one too.Then the cycle repeated itself.Was she planning to put on a fashion show tonight or what?!The dress was a dazzling golden color, short enough

That had continued since she was fifteen, until a year ago, when she decided to settle here with her mother after her father remarried and moved to France. Radwa had refused to go with him, preferring to live with her mother, and transferred her university here. They treated her with tremendous affection, making sure she never felt like an outsider among them. They gave her almost everything she wanted. In the living room, his brothers' wives were helping with the cooking, while Nancy sat among them. The moment she saw him, she put down the plate of fruit she had been cutting to help with the preparations and approached him. "I've been waiting for you. I want to go buy Radwa a gift because I still haven't gotten her anything, and I want you to come with me. I don't know what she likes and all that. You probably know." He nodded. He saw it as the perfect opportunity to talk to her about the messages that had been occupying his thoughts for so long. Although the engineers were

Everyone was stunned. Not because the dress itself was strange, but because it seemed to challenge everything they knew about her. Radwa had always preferred loose, sporty clothes—comfortable, practical outfits that showed little interest in everyday elegance or excessive dressing up. It was true that she sometimes wore short or revealing clothes when the occasion called for them, but never anything this bold. Even for formal events, her choices had always leaned toward simplicity—a quiet, single-colored dress with a soft, feminine cut. But tonight was completely different. It was as though she wanted to announce something. To provoke a feeling. To send a message. Even if the price was having everyone stare at her in silent surprise. Even the servants couldn't hide their astonishment. Their lingering looks revealed their shock, but no one dared comment. Perhaps they sensed that beneath this dazzling appearance was a certain fragility that could easily be shattered by a si