Destiny's Tapestry

Chapter 1

Daneen

Today marks a crucial moment in my career, which kept me awake throughout the night. I think I fell asleep around 4 in the morning and woke up at the sound of adhan. I quickly had a shower and offered my prayer. For my outfit, I opted for long tunics that gracefully extended below my knees, paired with a coordinated off-white ensemble that beautifully complements my dusky complexion. I draped my hijab. I prefer simplicity, so I selected a color reminiscent of a gentle peach hue. I always opt for low heels with pastels and light-tones. I have never been a fan of make-up, but just for the sake of looking fine, I apply some concealer under my eyes that already have dark circles around them, blend it well and finish it up with some compact powder. I grab my handbag that was gifted by one of my friends on the success of Mia's. I totally love it.

I have a sandwich and a glass of orange juice for my breakfast. I give a final look before leaving.

With almond eyes and pointed natural lips, they always remind me of my mother.

The thick straight eyebrows, brown eyes and high and defined cheeks, I'm reminded of my father. Unlike my parents, my eyes exude intensity and radiate confidence, a quality I've often been complimented on. I like it though.

They also say that my eyes are difficult to read. And I love being a mystery. Always.

I leave my apartment and reach the location in no time.

Conversations, keyboards typing, phone calls, closing and opening of elevator doors.

I am excited to be here yet I keep fidgeting with my bag's keychain.

Yes, I am nervous.

It's usually unlike me, but when it's an important day of your career, it's natural. I checked the time and it's almost half-an hour since I've been here. \

I didn't want the first meeting to be late so I'm here on time. I'm sure Alia told me to visit this place and the guy in sweatpants and a T-shirt gave me the directions for the same place.

No, I'm not rude. I was just about to ask his name but he turned away and vanished in the crowds.

Mr. Anonymous.

Anyways, I was so excited that I skipped my breakfast and I could hear my stomach rumbling. I'm about to call Alia and I hear someone taking my name.

I turn around to see the source of the sound and it's the guy who was in sweatpants earlier. But now he is in formal office wear. I think he works here. I turn back my head and call Alia when suddenly Mr. Anonymous is standing in front of me with a wide smile on his face.

Why do people smile?

I'm about to excuse myself when I spot Mr. Malik in the distance. I walk past him without saying anything. I'm sure he thinks I'm rude even when he helped me get here.

'Well, sorry Mr. Anonymous. I don't mean to be rude; I just can't wait for my meeting with Mr. Malik and the outcome of the same.', I think mentally.

I have no doubt that he's still staring at me murmuring how ill-mannered I am. The fact is, I don't care what people think.

Mr. Malik is a man in his 50s, with a stubble on his face and a strong built personality. He has an aura that radiates positivity and confidence. I wait until he finishes his conversation with an employee.

"How may I help you?" he asks. I opened my mouth for my introduction that I've practised so well last night, but i'm interrupted by the same man with a wide smile a few minutes ago.

"Miss Mirza, owner of Mia's Artessa. I told you about the meeting last night, remember?" he asks.

I stare at him with anger in my eyes, I'm sure it's visible.