We are meant to be💕 Book1 [wattys2017][completed✅]. Under editing.

Chapter 1

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Daniyal's POV

I got up from the sound of the alarm for Fajr. I went to the bathroom, did Wudu and prayed. I prayed as always for other's happiness . Not mine. It didn't matter to me, I was used to it. I didn't deserve happiness. That's what my parents always told me. I was the child they didn't want. Especially my dad. And why?
Because I was blind.
He left me, my older brother and my mom to cope with the obstacles of the life by ourselves.
there we were. In the United States. Me in my last year of school, already graduated.
I was on the way to start a new journey. The journey of going to college.
It was not as bad as I thought. And so, the years past and I graduated from there too.
I started my own business company.
The month of my graduation. That month, I would never forget.
We were all so happy. ***flashback:
Morning:
I prayed and I was excited that I am graduating. My mom gave me her blessings. And I went to college.
I finished classes and my excitement grew

I was so happy I am graduating.

When graduation finished. I went home and hugged all my family. Though something was changed, my mom was not looking as happy as before.

"What happened?"I asked her with a worry in my voice.

"Well... Your father. He found my number from somewhere and called. He abused me, he even threatened he is going to hurt all of us." That pissed me off. I am going to protect my mom with everything I can. I could even give my life for her, but I will not let her to suffer. And so we traced my so called father's number and called the police. Of course, he was not easy to find, but eventually they succeeded finding him and he was sent behind the bars for long time. But still something didn't give me peace. So I became cold to everyone and the only things that I care for were my family, our wellbeing and my job.

I worked, worked, and worked only. I became a workoholic. I was merciless to my employees. I fired wen they didn't do their work good.

I fired the 100th secretary for flirting with me. Now I was searching for another one.
I started with girls for interviews on who of them is going to have the honor to become my secretary and work as she is supposed to be working.
Many girls passed. So many of them with short dresses. Some of them formal and some of them flirty.
There was one last girl.
She entered and introduced herself as Amna.
"Miss Amna,
Sit please." I said with a professional tone.
"So, I see that you are interested in the position of a secretary in my company, right?" I continued looking in her direction.
"Yes, I would like to work for you as your secretary MR. Salman." She shyly, but politely said.
"Alright then.
I will give you some rules and expectations to read. Please, be sure to remember them. If you do not remember them, bring them with you until you remember them."
"Of course, I will read them and try to remember them. I would like to ask you something Sir. May I ask?" she said, in her usual polite tone..
"Yes, of course, ask."
I said with the same tone. But something in me told me that she will be the best secretary.
"Will you excuse me if I ever get late? I am asking because I care for my sister." She said worriedly, maybe thinking that I wouldn't give her such a responsible job.
"You will be excused, if for a family member. And you are accepted Miss Amna." I said understandingly to her. I really loved families. I had only my mother and brother brother.
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I entered in my house and greeted my mom.

"Assalamoalaikum"I said with a smile.

"WaAlaikumAssalam."My mom replied and came to hug me.

You look tired. Go fresh and I will bring you the dinner.

After eating my dinner and spending good few hours with my family. I went to my room.

I prayed Isha. Then I went to bed, hoping for the best.
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Amna's POV
I was so happy after I was informed I am accepted in one of the most popular website designing companies in the U.S. I thought that nothing could break my happiness walking on the way to home. I was walking because walking always gave me relaxation from the problems at home.
"Only if you knew. Only if you knew my problems you would hate me and my life. You would hate my family, too." I said to the nothingness and continued walking.
I didn't have a lot of vision and whatever vision I had I had to be thankful to Allah, my aunt and kind of uncle, since they were not married. They bought me eye lenses and it was proved that I could see with my right eye. My condition to say, detachment of the retina is really a pain in the butt.
I saw the house from far away and my heart stopped. My smile faded away. I knew. I knew what would happen . I knew what to expect. I knew that since my parents left us on our own. I moved and my sister with me.
But who knew that it is for money?
No one. I needed some space. I needed to think over everything that is going to be in the house. I didn't know what to do but to enter.
As I entered in the small house, I saw my sistr and some kinda guy. They were...
They were making it...
I couldn't watch. I ran to my room immediately from this Haram.
I was not muslim but I wanted to find God in that religion. I tried in many others, but God always left me.
Maybe Allah has chosen me to become his follower.
Without realization I did Wudu and praid Magrip.
I sat down on the bet deep in my thoughts. I was still silently praying even though I was in none of the positions for it. I just made my hands in a bowl to the sky and prayed.
In that time my sister sent this guy to the door and nocked on my room.
"Nock, nock."
"Come." I said with trembling voice.
I stood there, my sister looking angrily at me. I just closed my eyes. I knew the thing she came for.
My money.
All of my money. She just wanted them.
"I haven't got my sallary yet." I shakily said.
She looked me in the eyes as if I was lying. Then she took the belt and...
"Thwoop! Thwoop! Thwoop!"
Give me the money B***h!" She said while hitting me harder and harder.
"I... Have... No. Money..." I managed to say.
"Hmmm... We will see, b***h! We will see what you hide! I won't leave you until you die! I am always jealous of you! You get everything you want!" She said and with that left me to bear the pain. The pain for which I did not have any guilt.
At a sudden she came back to the door and angrily looked at me.
"Don't you der praze your God! Never, ever! He won't help you! Get it?" Then she left.
I bled, I cried, but no no one, no one was there to comfort me, to tell me at least two good words. All was brutal language and acts from my only family member.

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Hope you liked it.

Editing requested, chapter edited on 23.01.19

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AssalamoAlaikum WaRahmatullahi WaBarakatuhu. May Allah bless you all! <3

_Shattered Dreams_