WINNER OF HEART♡

◇part 20◇

Ramin froze in his seat, the weight of the doctor’s words pressing down on him. The room felt both vast and suffocating, and time seemed to stretch infinitely as he awaited the confirmation of his fears. But then the doctor continued, “Don’t worry, it’s still in the early stages, so the chances of recovery are high.”

A wave of relief washed over Ramin, and he sighed deeply, his shoulders relaxing as he asked, “So what do I need to do, Doctor?”

The doctor reviewed his report, the rustle of papers a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation. “We’ll need to perform surgery soon, but you’ll be fine after that.”

Ramin managed a small smile, his heart lifting just a bit. “Okay, so when will the surgery be scheduled?”

The doctor leaned forward, his hands resting firmly on the desk. “We need to operate on you as soon as possible.”

A frown creased Ramin’s forehead as he processed the urgency. “But Doctor, I came here for vacation. I live in New York.”

The doctor nodded, clearly considering Ramin’s predicament. “My friend is a tumor specialist in New York. I’ll consult him about your case, and I’ll give you his contact details.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Ramin replied, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the turmoil.

With the conversation weighing heavily on his mind, Ramin returned to the resort. As he stepped onto the patio, his eyes fell upon Janan, who was peacefully sleeping near the pool. A soft smile broke across his face, and he knelt beside her, captivated by her serenity. He sat on the ground, admiring her beauty. “I know you won’t bear this, so it’s better for me to keep it hidden,” he murmured to himself.

As he continued to gaze at her, something on her palm caught his attention. Intrigued, he leaned in closer, but the words written there were unfamiliar to him, etched in Arabic. Curious, he pulled out his phone and opened Google, struggling to type out the letters. After a moment, he successfully searched and his heart leapt when he saw his name rendered beautifully in Arabic script.

A single tear slipped down his cheek as he whispered, “My beloved Jan, my precious one, you’ve made me believe in love. You’re my only love, my baby.”

Meanwhile, in another part of the resort, Zahra was nestled beneath a thick duvet, cradling her stomach gently. Hadi emerged from the washroom, glancing at her and instantly noticing her heavy breathing. Concern washed over him as he settled beside her. “Babe, what happened?” he asked softly.

She clung to his T-shirt, resting her head against his chest. “My stomach is aching badly,” she murmured, her voice thick with discomfort.

Worry etched across Hadi’s face as he looked down at her. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m on my period, Hadi,” she replied, relief flooding her voice as she sensed his concern.

“Oh, thank goodness,” he sighed, kissing the top of her head. “Stay here. I’ll be right back in five minutes, okay?”

Zahra smacked his arm playfully. “Where are you going? Are you going to leave your wife in pain?”

He chuckled, pressing a light kiss to her cheek. “My Zahra, are you having mood swings?”

Zahra pouted and shook her head defiantly, which made him smile wider. He pulled her into a warm hug and said, “Let me grab a hot water bag. It will help with the pain.”

“Okay,” she hummed in response, feeling grateful for his tenderness. Hadi broke their embrace and made his way out of the room, determined to find comfort for his wife.