FOREVER WITH YOU

Imposing beauty of the Estate

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The roads in the capital city were still slightly congested at around 8:00 p.m. The car stopped at a traffic junction, and his phone rang abruptly.

Rayyan wearily glanced at the phone screen. He promptly answered the call, and switched to speaker mode.

He expected his Mom's soothing voice, but instead, Amra's voice cut through the line.

His lips curled in disguise and he spat, "what's your problem? Didn't I tell you to stop bothering me about anything?"

" Ya Rayyan, I think my diamond bracelet slipped off at your office earlier."

Amra immediately brought up the purpose of the phone call in fear that he might hang up the next second.

She knew of this man's proud temperament and tendency to look down on others. His venomous lips would tear apart those he did not like.

Rayyan remained silent on the other end of the line.

Amra waited for a while, but seeing that Rayyan had still not uttered a word, she continued, "Would you mind if i stopped by your office tomorrow to check for my bracelet? "

Rayyan still didn't say anything.
The silence lingered on both ends of the phone.

'She can't even keep up that tomorrow is Saturday.'

After just two seconds, Rayyan hang up.

Minutes before the clock hit half past eight Rayyan arrived at home.

The estate sprawled majestically across rolling hills, its snow-white mansions aglow with soft, ethereal light in the night. Three residences stood sentinel, each boasting private parking lots that shimmered with sleek, high-end cars. The beautifully landscaped gardens, bathed in discreet illumination from strategically placed streetlights and landscaping lights, showcased vibrant blooms and sparkling pools that mirrored the star-studded sky.

The mansions' facades featured grand columns and expansive windows, their serene atmosphere enhanced by the gentle glow of surrounding lights. Rayyan grabbed his laptop and accelerated towards the first upstairs building, the soft crunch of gravel beneath his tires the only sound breaking the evening's stillness. He swung open the main entrance door, revealing a tranquil parlor.

The room's sole soundtrack was the gentle hum of the large white AC split unit. Every detail exuded luxury, meticulously designed in soothing hues. Brilliant white walls and ceilings provided a stunning backdrop for plush, milk-colored sofas, crisp carpets, and elegant centre tables. Gold chandeliers hung majestically from the ceiling, casting an aura of refined sophistication.

The parlor was a masterpiece of opulence, each item radiating luxury and refinement. From the intricately carved furniture to the precision-cut crystal fixtures, every element whispered high-end elegance.

He ascended the stairs, and went straight to his mom's room.

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In the village, around nine o'clock that night, Tasleem's slender, tiny frame stood outside, selling zobo and ginger drink.

Her body trembled uncontrollably, she was exhausted from selling food all day without a sip of water.

Her voice was hoarse now. Her lips were so dry they cracked when she opened them.

Despite the pain, she was desperate to sell every last item. The thought of returning home with unsold goods was unthinkable. When the last customer disappeared into the fading crowd, she felt a wave of relief and exhaled a deep sigh. She swiftly gathered the empty containers and headed home, completely drained.