Winning her heart-Complete story

Falling in love

Rumaisa and Rafiq weren't home, and Hadi was feeling terrible. His head was heavy, he felt weak, and he had a severe headache. He stumbled into the kitchen and asked his mother to make him strong coffee. Then he returned to his room and lay down on the bed, feeling dizzy and unwell.

Hadi's eyes were still squeezed shut due to pain and discomfort when he heard a knock on his door. "Come in," he said, his voice weak and strained.

Suddenly, he felt someone's soft fingers on his forehead. It was Masooma who had made the coffee since Rumaisa wasn't at home. She also brought tablets for him.

But when she saw him, she became worried. His milky white skin had turned completely red. She could sense his discomfort.

She placed her hand on his forehead to check his temperature. Her eyes widened in shock. He was burning with fever.

Hadi opened his eyes, and Masooma bent over him. "You have an extremely high fever," she said, her voice full of concern.

She rushed outside and returned with a bowl of cold water and a napkin. She soaked the towel and put it on his forehead. Hadi felt a sense of relief as the cool water eased his fever.

Masooma repeated this a couple of times before telling him to rest and go outside.

Later, she came back with a tray containing a bowl of soup, water, and medicines. Hadi, who was trying to sleep, opened his eyes upon hearing her footsteps.

"Mama told you to drink this soup and take the medicines," Masooma informed.

While preparing the soup, Masooma called Rumaisa and informed her about Hadi's ill health.

Masooma was about to leave when Hadi said, "I don't feel like eating anything now."

"But you have to," Masooma insisted. "Otherwise, how can you take the medicines?"

Hadi got up and took the medicine. He was about to slip it in his mouth when Masooma grabbed his hand. Hadi glared at her.

"It's not good to take medicines on an empty stomach, Hadi," Masooma said, her voice gentle but firm. "It's important to eat something to give your body the strength it needs to fight off the fever." She explained as if she were talking to a small child.

She sat near him and grabbed the bowl of soup.Rumaisa had told her that whenever Hadi became sick, he made a fuss while eating. She requested Masooma to ensure that he was not staying on an empty stomach. Hadi felt strange. His heart skipped a beat. He likes to hear his name in her mouth.She took the spoonful of soup and brought it near his lips. Hadi drank the soup without making any fuss. His penetrating gaze on Masooma was making her nervous. Yet she tried to stay calm. She quickly made him drink all the soup and wipe his face.

She explained the importance of eating the soup as if she were talking to a small child, her voice soft and reassuring. She sat near him and grabbed the bowl of soup, her movements gentle and caring. Rumaisa had told her that Hadi often made a fuss while eating when he was sick, and she had requested Masooma to make sure he didn't stay on an empty stomach.

Hadi felt a strange sensation in his chest as he heard his name on Masooma's lips. His heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but stare at her with an intensity that made her nervous. Yet she tried to stay calm, her focus solely on taking care of him.

She carefully spoon-fed him the soup, her patience unwavering despite his lack of appetite. She watched him closely as he drank, making sure he swallowed each spoonful. After he finished the soup, she wiped his face with a soft cloth, her touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

She made sure he took his medicines, her eyes filled with concern. When he finally closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, she let out a sigh of relief. He was making her nervous, and she couldn't quite explain why.

As she left the room, her heart still racing, she placed her hand over her chest, trying to calm the butterflies fluttering inside. She had never felt this way about anyone before, and she didn't know what to make of it.

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Rumaisa and Rafiq couldn't come back due to the snowstorm that had ravaged the city. Masooma looked outside through the window, her heart sinking as she saw no signs of the storm abating. She had already made Hadi eat his dinner and given him his medicines, but she couldn't shake off the strange feeling that had been swirling in her chest since seeing him earlier. Even during dinner, she had avoided meeting Hadi's gaze. The way he looked at her, with that piercing intensity, did something to her. Her heart raced faster, and she felt a flutter of butterflies in her stomach. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, and it left her feeling confused and flustered.

Now that her studies were finished, she decided to check on Hadi again, just to make sure he didn't need anything. After taking his medicines, he seemed to be feeling much better, and she hoped he was finally asleep.

She tiptoed into his room, careful not to make any noise. As she approached his bed, she realized he had fallen asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful in slumber. She smiled softly, feeling a surge of protectiveness toward him.

She was about to leave when she paused, unable to resist the urge to tuck him in properly. She gently pulled the duvet up over his shoulders

In that moment, her gaze was drawn to the cut on his face. It was peculiar, yet she found an odd allure in it. The mark served as a constant reminder of the day he had saved her, and each time she saw it, a rush of gratitude and affection enveloped her.

Driven by an irresistible impulse, she delicately traced the contours of the scar with her thumb. Hadi, sensing her touch, reciprocated by firmly clasping her hand. However, their intimate moment was abruptly interrupted as a fierce storm rolled in, causing the electricity to flicker and eventually plunge the room into impenetrable darkness.

The generator, their last bastion of light, succumbed to the storm's fury. With the room now shrouded in complete darkness, Hadi instinctively drew her closer, and she found herself falling into the refuge of his embrace. In a swift motion, he shifted their positions, placing himself above her.

Amidst the pitch-black room, the sole illumination seeped through the window from the tumultuous storm outside. Their eyes locked in the dim light, reflecting an unspoken connection. The synchronized beats of their hearts resonated in the silence, and the proximity between them intensified, exchanging the warmth of shared breaths.

Anticipating resistance, Hadi was surprised to find Masooma keeping her eyes closed. A subtle smile played on his lips, realizing that she was allowing the moment to unfold. In that profound darkness, a silent understanding passed between them. Hadi leaned on her face.

As the storm howled outside, the rest of the night became a beautiful blend of two hearts finding each other again. In the cozy darkness, they created a new melody of love, warmth, and passion.

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