Lahat ng Kabanata ng A heart bleeding with love: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

She rubbed them slowly for a moment before getting back up. Then she freed herself from that horrible dress. Yes. She had begun to see it as disgusting. Repulsive. It didn't suit her. She had been completely wrong to think she could change herself just to catch his attention. When she had decided to do this, she hadn't even been one hundred percent certain that he would look at her in the first place. No matter what she wore. And now she was a billion percent certain that he would never look at her the way she looked at him. The matter had become a reality. She had to accept it. What else could she do? Yes, she loved him. She loved him terribly. It was as though she couldn't see another man on this entire planet. She adored him, and she had known from the beginning that there was no hope. No hope for them. He would never look at her and wish to make her his wife, just as she wished for no one but him. To him, she was no different from his younger sisters. Enough.

Her father was genuinely affectionate and treated her with love and tenderness. He was a good father. Just not a good husband to her mother. Then her father also fell in love with a woman who worked with him and eventually married her. So Radwa returned to her homeland for the third time, going to live with her mother and her two sisters. All of this had affected her deeply, though she never showed it. She became convinced that she wasn't important to anyone. She often wondered why she even existed. Who did she live for? Until the answer finally appeared. It appeared two years ago, when she fell in love with him. She had been eighteen at the time, having just finished high school and entered university. It was her first experience with love. For the first time, she felt something so powerful. From the moment they met, her heart warned her that his features were not meant to be fleeting. They were engraved within her heart like a stubborn plant that refused to wither, n

Radwa raised her eyes lazily, as though trying to rid herself of the weight of the conversation. It was a look she had mastered over the years, almost like a shield protecting her from the pressures of the outside world. She tilted her head slightly and shook it with stubborn laziness before answering: "You know, Mom, I don't like this kind of atmosphere. And traveling makes me tired too, so I'll stay here while you guys go." Her mother, Siham, watched her silently for a few moments, as though studying the effect of her words on her daughter's face. Then she moved lightly and sat beside her. The rustling of her comfortable clothes blended with her worried voice, which somehow sounded as though the voices of all mothers in the world had gathered inside it. "Please, just bear with us and come. We won't stay long anyway. I don't want to leave you here alone. I'm worried about you. There's no one staying here except you." Radwa looked at her mother, her expression mixing reassuranc

Perhaps he had finally taken pity on her terrified state, caused by the effect of his frightening gaze. But what he said proved there was not even a trace of pity inside him. "That mind of yours that made you think you could ever think about another man... it's going to pay for that thought tonight." What did he mean? She genuinely did not understand. She wanted an explanation, but she remained standing where she was, her wet hair dripping onto her neck and the exposed upper part of her back below her pajamas. Tears had gathered in her eyes. For the first time, she saw Nader like this. As though he had completely transformed into someone else. Her mind, which had been paralyzed only moments ago, finally began working again. She thought of running. Yes. Running. She needed to get out of the room—and out of the apartment entirely. No one was home to stop him from doing whatever he intended to do. The street would be safer than this place now. For some time, he had stopp

years of hard work. Omran looked worried. His eyes moved between the papers he was holding and his younger brother, who was preparing himself for the following day. The deal they had been waiting for was finally within their grasp. For them, it represented a major turning point, one that could place them among the ranks of the largest companies. Omran felt that everything depended on Murad. That was why his excitement was mixed with anxiety. He had placed all his trust in his younger brother. He knew that the deal could mean either success or failure for them. So he asked cautiously: "You got the required paperwork and brought it with you, right? We can't afford any mistakes tomorrow, Murad, please." Omran's voice carried his concern, as though he were trying to make certain that everything would go according to plan. He knew the responsibility was enormous. And despite their complete confidence in Murad, worry was only natural. Murad nodded calmly. His f