A heart bleeding with love
heart dance with happiness, almost like a child's joy upon receiving new clothes for Eid.
For a moment, she felt she had obtained a small piece of evidence—perhaps fifty percent—that "Murad" felt something deeper for her than ordinary kindness.
She leaned her head farther back against the seat and closed her eyes, allowing herself to drown in those beautiful thoughts.
Her body was exhausted, but the happiness filling her heart was enough to make her forget the pain.
Meanwhile, in the back seat, "Tarek" sat as though trapped in a whirlpool of conflicting emotions.
His eyes moved slowly between them.