FOREVER WITH YOU

Chapter 60: Thrown Out

The room shines with morning sunlight. The smell of oud wafted through the air. Rayyan was eating his sandwich and Tasleem was helping him pack his luggage.

He wore chocolate brown pants and a milk colored shirt. Which made him look even more handsome.

He looked at her face, her expression was so serious as if she was doing something important. "Should I add more shirts?" She asked, glancing up at him.

She looked more beautiful and calm at the moment, like a fresh flower. "I think that would be enough." He answered. He picked up his phone and transferred three million to her account. "I transferred money to your account. If you need more, call me." He said.

She nodded and picked up her phone beside her. She was stunned by the amount she saw. "Isn't that a lot? I wouldn't be able to finish it even if you stay for a year."

A soft chuckle left his lips. "Women spend money, you should do that too. My money is yours to spend anyway."

She smiled and zipped the luggage. "Is there anything else you haven't taken?" She asked.

"No, let's go." He said and stood up.

Tasleem picked the luggage and was about to leave. He took the luggage from her hand and walked out of the room.

They went outside and Sa'eed was waiting for them. He greeted them and took the luggage from Rayyan's hand.

Tasleem stood outside and looked at Rayyan with reluctant eyes. He walked over and hugged her. "I'll be back soon." He reassured her.

Her eyes teared up and she said. "Mm, you have too."

He let go of her and kissed her lips lightly. "Take care of yourself." He said.

She nodded at him and held his hand. "You too. Call me when you reach." She said,

"Yes, And make sure you lock the door every time before you go to bed." He told her.

She nodded at him. They bid farewell before Rayyan got into the car, and Tasleem waved at him before they drove away.

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In the village, Mama knelt on the floor, her frail body shaken by sobs as she clutched Jajaye's legs. Her worn, tattered clothes hung loosely on her gaunt frame, and her skin looked parched and weathered, accentuating the deep lines on her face. "Please, Jajaye, don't do this to me," she begged, her voice trembling with desperation. "Don't throw me out. I have nowhere else to go; this is my only home. I promise I'll repay the debt next week." The desperation in her eyes seemed to deepen the wrinkles on her face, making her look even older and more worn out.

Jajaye came to know that Mama had returned from the city with a lot of money, so he unnecessarily demanded more rent for the room she was staying in. But she didn't have a single penny left.

Had it been a young lady, he would have gotten his money in some other way, but she's a wretched old woman, why would he keep a burden around him?

Jajaye signaled to his friends, and together they entered Mama's room, throwing her belongings out.

After they finished throwing her belongings out, Jajaye sat down on a chair in front of Mama and pointed the knife at her. His frown deepened, and he growled, "This house now belongs to me. Don't ever set foot here again, not even by mistake. If you do, you'll regret it."

Mama grasped Jajaye's leg again, her body shaking with sobs as she begged him to reconsider. But Jajaye's face darkened with rage, and he brutally kicked her away. "You've got one minute to leave this house!" he bellowed. Mama collapsed to the floor, holding her face and weeping uncontrollably.