FOREVER WITH YOU

Chapter 53: Murder Would Be The Only Outcome.

"If you dare to talk in a voice louder than this, you can forget about going back with your two legs."

 "Alright, alright. I'm leaving." 

After Sa'eed left, Rayyan closed the door and picked Tasleem who was sleeping on the couch and went upstairs to his room. He gently laid her on the bed and covered her with the blanket.

Rayyan went into the bathroom, retrieved the bedsheet from the dryer, and switched it off. He had washed the sheet the previous night and dried it overnight. Rayyan had never in his life done laundry before, but that night was an exception.

The moments he had shared with Tasleem yesterday were still fresh in his mind. These were memories he couldn't forget.

He was tired and wanted to sleep, but he couldn't. He felt like a man in a new world. 

Every time his thoughts drifted back to the previous night, a gentle smile graced his lips. He could hardly believe that his bond with Tasleem had now deepened into a profound union. To be truthful, he had never anticipated this turn of events. It was a notion that had never once crossed his mind. In the past, he had often declared that he had not encountered a single woman in the capital city who could captivate his heart – but Tasleem had shattered that conviction. She was everything he had ever hoped for, and definitely more.

He walked out of the bathroom with the bedsheet, put it into the wardrobe, and then headed to the bed. Tasleem was sleeping restlessly on the bed. She looked disturbed and pale, even in her sleep.

Rayyan gently placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature. Her body felt scorching hot. He swiftly moved his hand to her neck and confirmed that it was hot there too.

Tasleem slowly opened her eyes, which were red and puffy. Rayyan held her hand. "Baby, your temperature is high," he said, looking concerned. "Are you feeling pain anywhere?"

Tasleem nodded, her body trembling. "I think I'm having a fever," she said, her voice shaking as tears welled up in her eyes.

Rayyan’s face was etched with deep concern. He wished he could take her pain into himself, bear it all, and shield her from every hurt. With the pads of his fingers, he brushed away her tears and drew her close, then tried to help her to her feet. “Let me take you to the hospital,” he urged, his voice gentle.

“Ah!” Tasleem cried out, her voice strained and barely audible. Her fingers clutched at Rayyan’s shirt, as if holding on to him was the only thing keeping her anchored.

Her legs trembled beneath her, and sobs wracked her body, each one torn from her in sharp bursts of pain.

Rayyan’s chest tightened. He felt her sobs echo through him, splintering something deep inside. For a moment, he thought he might collapse under the weight of her pain. But instead, he held her closer. "Bear it a little longer." He gently said.

He lifted her into his arms with tender care, cradling her against his chest as he descended the stairs.

He stepped out of the house with Tasleem in his arms, making his way to the parking lot. Opening the car door, he gently laid her on the back seat and closed it. Then, without wasting a moment, he slid into the driver’s seat.

Rayyan sped down the road, the cityscape blurring around him, before screeching to a halt outside the hospital.

The nurses swiftly wheeled Tasleem into the hospital, Rayyan walking alongside, his eyes fixed on her pale face as they rushed towards the emergency department.

Rayyan paced anxiously outside the emergency room, lost in thought, when a familiar voice broke the silence behind him. He spun around, and Khalid's features came into view. He glared at him coldly

What's he here for? I hope he's not the one to treat my wife. 

Rayyan's eyebrow arched, his anger toward Khalid simmering just below the surface. At that moment, strangling him seemed a tempting prospect.

He had completely forgotten that Khalid worked at this hospital. If he had remembered, he wouldn't have brought Tasleem here.

Khalid deliberately avoided Rayyan's gaze and headed toward the emergency room, his focus solely on Tasleem. He didn't care about Rayyan's anger; all that mattered now was seeing her condition for himself.

As Khalid pushed open the door, Rayyan swiftly grasped the handle and slammed it shut. Khalid's eyes snapped up, his gaze meeting Rayyan's scowling face. Rayyan's towering frame loomed over him, making Khalid feel dwarfed. "Dr. Nabila is already attending to my wife," Rayyan said coldly, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You may see the other patients."

The thought of Khalid anywhere close to his wife was unbearable. He'd rather die than let that happen.

A surge of rage consumed Khalid; for a moment, he wanted nothing more than to silence Rayyan forever. His jaw tightened as he said, "What do you mean? I’m here to do my job."

Rayyan raised an eyebrow. "You're not wanted here, Khalid. Leave! Or you will hear your name on the news using fake licence. Don't blame me for being rude!." He threatened.

Khalid's body immediately froze at his word, Without a word, Khalid spun around and stormed off to his office, the door slamming shut behind him. He knew Rayyan was not the type to use empty words. He always does whatever he says.

'How dare he!' Khalid thought.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Dr. Nabila's number. It rang several times, but she didn't answer. Enraged, he threw his phone onto the table and sat down in a chair beside it.

He was angry and felt like he was losing control. 

All he wanted right now was to see Tasleem.

An hour later, Khalid's phone started ringing. He immediately picked up, Dr. Nabila's name on the screen, and he answered it. putting the call on the speaker. Though he responded to the call, Khalid's mind was elsewhere, still simmering with anger towards Rayyan.

Dr. Nabila's voice came through the line. "Hello, Dr. Khalid. Are you there?"

"Yes, Dr. Nabila," Khalid said. 

Dr. Nabila responded, "You called when I was with a patient, so I didn't pick up. What's up?" 

"What's wrong with her? The patient you just treated?" 

Dr. Nabila briefed Khalid on Tasleem's condition, detailing her symptoms and the treatment she had provided.

As Dr. Nabila's words painted a vivid picture of Tasleem's condition, Khalid's composure crumbled. The revelation that Rayyan had shared a bed with Tasleem sent Khalid into a rage. At this moment, he wasn't even listening to Dr. Nabila anymore; his mind was consumed by jealousy and anger. His grip on the cup tightened, crushing it in his hand as blood trickled down his palm. In a fit of fury, he hurled his phone against the wall, and the sound of shattering glass echoed through the air. He couldn't bear the fact that Rayyan had shared a bed with the woman he loved.

If Khalid's eyes met Rayyan's in this moment, murder would be the only outcome.