#"When tranquility turns into hell… and the story begins from a darker side."🥃🔥
Written By : Af_ofa
Marwa stormed into the bathroom, her face pale and her expression alarmed. Her eyes immediately landed on the small bottle of hair oil that Jihan was holding.
Jihan (with frustration): "Thief! That oil is mine… I've been looking for it everywhere!"
Marwa, panting and struggling to catch her breath, replied,
Marwa: "Ah… I took it when you weren't here. If you had asked, I would've told you."
Jihan simply smiled calmly, then walked out of the bathroom, leaving Marwa clutching her chest, trembling with fear. She thought Jihan had discovered the pregnancy test she had thrown in the trash.
Without hesitation, Marwa rushed to retrieve it. She quickly wrapped it in toilet paper and shoved it into her bag before heading off to school.
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A few minutes later, Jihan arrived at the lecture hall and sat beside Shaima.
Jihan: "What are you thinking about?"
Shaima, lost in thought, answered,
Shaima: "I was just wondering who gave you that gift!"
Jihan (confused): "Gift? For me?"
Shaima handed her a medium-sized light blue box, tied with a thick string.
Shaima: "It's yours."
Jihan: "From who?"
Shaima (smirking): "That's what you should tell me! Are you hiding something from me?"
Jihan: "I swear I'm not hiding anything."
Shaima: "Some guy handed it to me outside the university. Said it was for you."
Jihan: "Who was he?"
Shaima (casually): "No idea. He just said he was delivering it."
Jihan: "Weird…"
Shaima: "Come on, open it! Let's see what's inside."
Jihan untied the string and opened the box. Her eyes widened in awe.
Shaima: "Wow… this is beautiful."
Inside was soft beach sand, and nestled within it were rare, breathtaking seashells. Jihan stared at them, a gentle smile tugging at her lips… but suddenly, the smile faded. She shut the box quickly and tucked it away.
Shaima (worried): "What's wrong?"
Jihan (quietly): "I don't know… I just had a strange feeling. A gift from a stranger? That doesn't sit right with me."
Shaima (winking): "You're overthinking again! They're just seashells. Looks like someone has a secret admirer."
Jihan: "Secret or not… I don't need distractions from my studies. I'll throw it away later."
Shaima: "Your call…"
Jihan turned her attention back to the lecture, while Shaima kept sneaking glances at Diyab, who was watching them from a distance with a faint, knowing smile on his face.
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Later that afternoon…
Jihan had just stepped out of the lecture hall when Diab suddenly blocked her path.
Diab: "Hey… how are you?"
Jihan (raising an eyebrow): "Do you think we're friends now?"
Diab (laughing): "Come on, where else would you find a friend like me?"
Jihan: "Arrogant. No, thank you."
Diab: "Why do you always have a problem with me?"
Jihan: "Your very presence is a problem. And I don't like problems."
Diab (chuckling, stepping closer): "You really are something else."
Jihan (taking a step back): "Let me be—and stay away from me."
She turned to leave, but he suddenly grabbed her hand. She yanked it away instantly.
Jihan (pointing a finger at him): "Careful… don't touch me."
Diab (eyeing her finger with a smirk): "You're like a complex equation… hard to solve, but not impossible."
Jihan: "And you're a disaster."
She stormed off, anger burning in her steps, while Diyab burst into laughter just as his friends approached.
One of them: "Looks like you've fallen for her, man."
Diab (coldly): "I don't fall… I make others fall. She'll learn—no one rejects Diyab."
His friend (laughing): "That's the Diab we know!"
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On the other side of campus, Marwa stood near the university gate, her eyes following Diab as he walked toward the parking lot. Without hesitation, she rushed forward and positioned herself directly in front of his car.
Marwa (angrily): "You read my message and didn't even bother to reply? Am I supposed to keep chasing after you?"
Diab stepped out of the car, clear irritation etched across his face.
Diab: "And you actually expect me to believe you? Go try your lies on someone else."
Marwa pulled the pregnancy test from her bag and held it out toward him.
Marwa: "What about this? Do you believe me now?"
He let out a mocking laugh.
Diab: "Even if I do… so what?"
Marwa: "You need to take responsibility."
Diab (with a cold smirk): "Oh, now the baby's mine? And where's the proof? Go find the real father."
Marwa's patience shattered.
Marwa (furious): "Talking to you is pointless! I'm going to the police—and I'll tell them everything!"
He raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed.
Diab: "Want me to give you a ride?"
Marwa (her voice trembling): "You'll regret this! I swear I won't stay silent!"
Diab got back into his car and sped off, leaving her standing there, burning with rage and betrayal.
From a distance, Shaimaa had seen everything. She stood frozen in place, her eyes wide with shock, unable to believe what had just happened.
As for Jihan, she had taken a taxi home, the mysterious box still clutched tightly in her hands.
She couldn't bring herself to throw it away… but her mind refused to rest.
Jihan (thinking to herself): "Who sent it? And how… how did they know about my love for seashells?"
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⏳ A few days later…
The weather was sunny and beautiful. Jihan's family had gathered for a small picnic in a quiet forest. Her father stood by the grill, while her mother, radiant with joy, served food with a happy heart.
Nihad played with a jump rope, her laughter echoing through the air like a spontaneous childhood melody. As for Marwa, she sat silently on the grass, one hand resting gently on her stomach, whispering to herself:
"My baby… I won't give up on you. No matter what happens. Tonight… it all ends."
Her mother called out to her, her voice warm and filled with affection:
Mother: "Eat quickly before the food gets cold!"
Marwa smiled softly, then glanced toward Jihan.
Marwa (softly): "Enjoy your meal."
But her eyes lingered, and her lips moved in a quiet murmur only she could hear:
"Forgive me, sister… I wish I could tell you everything, pour out this heaviness buried in my heart…"
Jihan looked at her and smiled.
Jihan: "Come on, let's play rope with Nihad!"
Marwa hesitated, nervous.
Marwa: "No… I can't right now."
Jihan stood with energy in her step, teasingly dramatic.
Jihan: "Get up! Enough with the laziness—you've gotten far too lazy!"
At last, Marwa stood up, took one end of the rope, while Nihad held the other. Jihan jumped into the middle, and the three of them laughed as she stumbled clumsily.
Mother (laughing): "Mashallah, look at my eldest daughter!"
Father (gently): "Let them enjoy themselves…"
Mother (smiling): "May their laughter never fade."
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🌙 As night fell…
That night, Jihan lay on her bed, exhausted from all the jumping and laughter. She picked up the book Shaimaa had given her and began to read, until a soft drowsiness crept in and gently pulled her into sleep.
Meanwhile, Marwa had changed her clothes and was getting ready to leave the house.
Father: "Where are you going at this hour, my daughter?"
Marwa: "Just a quick visit to the library. I need something important for tomorrow's exam."
Father: "Alright then. Go and come back quickly. May God guide and protect you."
She hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead.
Father (gently): "May God bless you, my dear…"
With a deep sigh, she stepped out of the house and took a taxi that dropped her off in front of Diab's villa. Just as she began speaking to the gatekeeper, Aisha—Diab's mother—appeared and instructed him to let her in.
Aisha: "Who are you? And who exactly are you here to see?"
Marwa: "I need to speak to your son. We need to find a solution—tonight."
Aisha: "A solution? What on earth are you talking about?"
Marwa: "I'm pregnant… with your son's child."
Aisha (shocked): "Come inside. We need to talk."
Marwa stepped in, her face tight with restrained fury. Aisha looked her up and down suspiciously, while Marwa glanced around the villa, her nerves taut, her heartbeat loud in her ears.
Aisha: "Do you even realize what you're saying? How can you be pregnant with my son's child?"
Marwa: "You heard me clearly. Your son used me… and now I'm carrying his baby. He needs to take responsibility for what he did."
Aisha: "Do you have any proof of what you're claiming?"
Marwa: "Once my stomach starts to show, we can run a test. You'll get your proof. I'm not making this up."
Aisha (after a tense silence): "Fine. How much do you want? What will it take for you to get rid of it—and keep your mouth shut?"
Marwa (firmly): "Get rid of it? This isn't some thing. It's a life. And I will not kill it—no matter what."
Upstairs, Diab was lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone. He opened Jihan's Instagram profile. A new photo had just been posted: Jihan smiling as she hugged Marwa and Nihad, with the caption:
"A beautiful day with my sisters."
Diab sat up in shock, staring at the screen, stunned.
Diab (whispering): "Her sister…?"
Meanwhile, downstairs…
Aisha: "Do you really think my son will marry you? What a dreamer you are…"
Marwa (with a cold smile): "Well then… I'll let the press and the law take care of it. I'll go straight to the police. I'll tell the world what the Nassrawi family is really made of. Let's see how long your precious reputation survives."
Her words struck Aisha like lightning. Her entire life—her status, her name, her image—flashed before her eyes, all at risk of collapsing in a single night. Panic took over reason.
Without thinking, she looked at Marwa—who had just turned to leave—and in a sudden, blind motion, grabbed a heavy glass ashtray from the table and struck her from behind.
Marwa collapsed instantly, motionless. Blood began to pool beneath her head.
Aisha stood frozen, trembling, the ashtray still in her hand, blood dripping from her fingers.
At that very moment, Diab stood at the top of the staircase, paralyzed by shock, disbelief etched across his face. Time itself seemed to freeze.
Then, all at once, he snapped out of it and ran down the stairs toward Marwa.
Diab (horrified, to his mother): "What did you do?!"
He knelt beside Marwa, frantically checking her neck for a pulse. Then, covering his face with both hands, he collapsed to the floor.
Aisha (voice trembling): "Is… is she dead?"
…To be continued 🔥