The Prophet Muhammad (sallallahu alaihi wasallam pbuh) said, "A good dream is from Allah while the bad dream is from Satan, So if anyone of you see a bad dream he should seek refuge with Allah from Satan and should spit on the left, for the bad dream will not harm him."
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Inaraah's p.o.v.
Waking up late is becoming my habit nowadays. I was late again and here I am standing in the parking area. It's already 10.15 and I am praying for Alhaan sir to be late as well, if not I am gone today.
I rushed towards the elevator and bumped into someone. Ahhh! my head. 'Are you okay?' came the voice of the person. I looked up to see who it was and it was none other than Alhaan sir. My eyes became wide seeing him. I am dead now.
'Yeah I am fine.' The elevator pinged and we went inside. 'You are fine' he said and I just nodded. 'But you are late' came his reply. I looked up at his face which have 'You are dead look'. I gulped and looked away unable to withstand his gaze.
We reached our floor and he allowed me to go out first. Gentleman much, I thought. But before I could go inside the office, he stopped me and said 'Come to my cabin.' He left and I was standing their praying for my safety (I know I exaggerate my situation sometimes).
I went to my desk and placed my bag on the table. Shreya came to talk to me but I was in a hurry. I apologized to her and after collecting my notepad and pen I made my way towards Alhaan sir's cabin.
I knocked the door but didn't get any reply. I was standing their like an idiot. I knocked again that's when he asked me to come in. I stared at him but didn't say a word. He was enjoying my condition and that idiotic smirk was not leaving his face. He gave me a file and asked to take it near Faizan sir.
'What?' I said loudly and he was staring at me with raised eyebrows. Do I look like a peon to him? I didn't say it loud though and took the file from him.
I gave the file to Faizan sir and he was surprised as well when I took the file to him. I just smiled at him and made my way again to Alhaan sir's cabin.
I was about to talk when he asked me to get him a cup of coffee. I was shocked on hearing his demand. What does he think of me? Now I was mad at him and wanted to yell at him. He gave me a stern look which was kind of intimidating me. I left his cabin to get coffee. Noureen saw me and as usual made fun of me. If only murder was halal, two people would have been dead by now.
I gave him coffee but he didn't like the taste. He asked me to get another coffee. I was controlling my temper and bought him another cup. He ordered me to brief him about the projects we handled in last two months within an hour. I was confused as to why he wants details of the completed projects.
I collected all the details and made a file of it. I was on my way to his cabin when my scarf became lose. I wanted to wrap it properly but I couldn't with one hand. I went to give him the file but he wasn't their in the cabin. I placed the file on his cabin and was fixing my Hijab.
I was busy fixing when Alhaan sir walked in. I was shocked and the scarf slipped from my hand. My black hair were exposed in front of him while he was gazing at me intently. Some of the hair strands fell on my face. Unknowingly sir started walking towards me. He removed my hair and looked in my eyes. Our gaze were locked and he cupped my face.
Beeeeepppppp beeeeeppppp...
I woke up to the sound of the alarm. I looked around and it took me few seconds to process that it was a dream. Then it hit me hard about what I was dreaming.
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Meant For You - Predestined
SpiritualInaraah, 23 years old muslimah working in Qureshi company. She is independent hardworking and steadfast but still holds on to her Deen. She is pious, modest and follows the principles of Islam while struggling to survive in modern and carefree atmo...