Donation for ppl

7:12 AM

Tamim lay on the roof of his house, eyes closed as the cloudy sky loomed overhead. Suddenly, rain began to fall, its drops hitting his face and waking him. He glanced at his watch: 7:12 AM.

"When did I fall asleep?" he murmured to himself.

As the rain intensified, Tamim quickly stood up and hurried inside, wiping his wet hair with a towel. He heard noise from the downstairs room and went to investigate, finding the TV on. He turned it off just as the doorbell rang.

Opening the door, he found a short woman in office attire standing there, drenched.

"Is there anything you want to say?" Tamim asked.

"It's raining outside. Can you let me in?" the woman replied.

Tamim glanced outside at the downpour. "Yes, sure."

"Thanks," she said, stepping inside.

"You're welcome. Have a seat," Tamim offered.

"Thanks again," she said, sitting on the sofa.

"Before you leave, just notify me," Tamim said, starting to head upstairs.

"Wait," the woman called out. "I'm from an NGO. We are collecting money for the survivors of the recent incident in Dakka 3rd."

"Oh?" Tamim turned back.

"Would you like to donate?" she asked.

"Do you have government permission to collect donations?" Tamim inquired.

"Yes, we do. We are actually working under a government foundation," the woman assured, showing him a document.

"Alright, wait a moment," Tamim said, heading upstairs.

As he walked away, the woman thought to herself, "Why do I feel so attracted to him? He looks so young, probably not even 20. And here I am, 30 and blushing like a schoolgirl."

Tamim returned with a card. "I hope you have a card reader."

"Yes, I do," she said, retrieving a card reader from her bag. Tamim swiped his card.

"Please enter the amount," she instructed, handing him the device.

Tamim entered the amount and handed it back. The woman looked at the screen, her eyes widening in shock.

"You entered 30,000,000 Bc. That's a huge amount. Are you sure?" she asked, stunned.

"No mistake," Tamim confirmed.

"This is more than our entire team has collected so far. Is he a millionaire or something?" the woman thought, her mind racing.

Tamim handed her an umbrella. "You're collecting donations. You shouldn't waste time here. Take this umbrella; it will help."

" No no no no…I don't need that. I am ok. "said the woman. 

" Don't worry, you don't have to return, " Said Tamim. 

"Thank you," she said, blushing. "Is he trying to politely ask me to leave, or is this just his kindness? I'm so overwhelmed."

"You're welcome," Tamim replied.

"I should go now. Thanks again for letting me in," the woman said, stepping out and opening the umbrella.

After she left, Tamim closed the door behind her.

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03 AM - BSSB Jail Headquarters

A car stopped in front of BSSB Hospital, which was right beside the jail.

Inside the hospital, Foisal lay on a bed, bandaged and talking on the phone. The door opened, and Faria entered.

Foisal turned his phone off.

"Dad, what happened to you? A person named Utso called me and said you were in a critical situation," Faria exclaimed.

"I didn't say that. I just told Utso to inform you that I was slightly injured. He sure messed up the information," Foisal replied.

"But you don't look like you're slightly injured," Faria said, sitting beside him.

"How did you get hurt? You weren't even on a mission," Faria questioned.

"Did some silly stuff. Don't worry, my arm is healing itself," Foisal assured her.

Faria touched the injured part of Foisal's body. To their surprise, the wound healed instantly under her touch.

"Wow, how did you do that?" Foisal asked, shocked.

At that moment, Indro entered the room.

"Sir," Foisal greeted with respect.

Faria looked back and saw Indro.

"Hi Faria, it's been a long time. You've grown up so quickly, while I'm just getting older," Indro chuckled.

"What happened to Dad?" Faria asked Indro.

"Well, he got seriously injured over something not very serious. That's what I can say for now," Indro explained.

Faria sighed in relief, "I'm just glad you're okay, Dad."