MP3 - Molded Purity, Meaningly Precious, Moderately Pious by Nazia Tarannum (best authors to read .TXT) 📖

you in evening".

I put my phone back into my bag and gave a light knock on Mrs. Sumitha mam's cabin door.

"Yes come in please"

"Mam you wanted to meet me"

"Yes Sila come in, I was waiting for you"

She pointed on a chair opposite to her table for me to be seated. I took over the seat and was waiting for her to speak.

"So Sila I have a offer for you, and this offer can boost up your career too"

I was so excited to hear this from her, but also was confused as what the offer can be. Is it something related to Mr. Arrogant?

I was waiting for her to continue. She handed over few papers and told me to go through them.

When I took a look at the papers the first thing I noticed was "Malik Architects and Engineers", and then I get another shock for the day.

I knew there is something not good in these papers. My hands were almost shivering and I did not like this.

I then went through the first paper and it had my name in it.

It says that I was offered the job of Design Assistant of Mr. Saad Malik for the upcoming project in Bangalore and I have to be working for his firm under the contract for a year.

After I went through the papers, I had mixed emotions running in my brain. I was confused if I have to thank Allah for giving me this opportunity or ask Allah to protect me from Mr. Arrogant.

I knew this have to do something with what had happened this morning.

I was busy fighting with my thoughts and flipping the papers in my hand.

"So Sila, have you gone through those papers? I think it's a good opportunity that you should not miss"

"Yes mam, but I need some time to think over it".

"Yah sure Sila, you have almost a week's time to get back with your decision on it and you can directly contact Mr. Malik, this is his business card."

She hands over Mr. Arrogant's business card and I accept it.

I keep those papers and the business card in my bag and leave Mrs. Sumitha mam's cabin.

As Ayesha had to leave early, I decided to take bus ride back home. It was almost 6:00pm till the time I reached home as the traffic here in Bangalore is unpredictable and ammi had called me like five times as to ask when will I reach home.

Ammi was worried since I rarely travel by bus; it's always Ayesha who drops me back home.

"As salamu alaikum ammi"

"Walikum as salam beta, what took so long for you to reach home, and how is Hameed now, had you been to Ayesha's house to see him?"

"No ammi, I will first freshen up offer Salah and then we can go to meet Hameed"

I rush upstairs to my room, freshen up and offer my Salah and later join ammi downstairs.

Ammi was busy in kitchen preparing dinner and was packing yummy jalebis* for Hameed. I and Hameed used to have competition over jalebi like who can eat most of the jalebis in a minute. As always I used to win the competition as I love jalebis and I am a foody person as my personality shows up.

Ammi and I leave home like after ten minutes and are on the way to Ayesha's house. My mind was not stable since I read those papers, and I had to speak about this with Ayesha, ammi and abba.

Ayesha is always been very supportive and I choose to tell her first and later tell ammi and abba.

We reached Ayesha's house and knock and the door, Ayesha opens the door for us.

"As salamu alaikum Aunty, Sila please come in"

"Walikum as Salam beta, how is Hameed now and where is your mother"

"Walikum as Salam Ayesha"

We enter the house and find Sumaiya aunty lecturing Hameed for being cautious while practicing.

"As salamu alaikum Sumaiya, and stop lecturing this poor kid, he is already in so much pain, Hameed beta you to have to listen to your mother she tells for your good. I hope the jelabis I got for you would make you happy"

"Walikum as salam Zarina aunty and thanks for getting those jelabis. It's been a while since me and Sila didi had competition over them"

"Oh Hameed you need to take rest, we can have jelabi competition next time"

I was in no mood to have jelabi competition and thanks to Mr. Arrogant's offer; it had put me in deep thoughts.

Me, ammi, Ayesha, Hameed and Sumaiya aunty was have small talks and munching on few snacks. I was waiting to talk to Ayesha so I signal her towards her room and she catches me right. We excuse ourselves and walk towards Ayesha's room.

I take a seat on Ayesha's bed and Ayesha pulls over a chair and sits opposite to me.

"So Sila what is that bothering you so much, is it something to do with your Mr. Malik.....ha ha ha ha ha....."

"Ayesha stop laughing, this is something serious"

"oh did Zarina aunty bring up the topic of marriage again or is that you got a marriage proposal?"

"Ayesha it's not what you thing........ I don't know where to start from?.....ahhh when I went to meet Mrs. Sumitha mam later after the seminar, she handed me few papers and those papers where from "Malik Architects and Engineers",.....and....and.... it was a contract paper of a year to work as Design Assistant of Saad Malik"

"what...........Sila are you serious?", Ayesha jumps up in surprise from her seat and gives me a astonished look.

"I know it's hard to believe...but it's true, I wanted to tell you first about this and later to ammi and abba. They have given a week's time to decide over this contract."

"Sila it is such a good opportunity and you still thinking over it? I think you should go ahead with the offer."

"I do agree it's a good opportunity Ayesha, but what makes me think so much over it is that I have to face Mr. Arrogant most of the time and deal with his attitude and you know me I get so offended being around such people"

"Come on Sila you have to build up your confidence and I am sure that Mr. Malik must have not chosen you for this offer just like that. He must have seen your work and then decided. And if you still have any doubts over it, you can do istikhara* and then decide"

"Oh yah why did I not think about istekhara before. Oh Ayesha you are simply great and I love you for this"

I was feeling better now after speaking to Ayesha about this and decided to do istekhara and then decide over this offer.

Ayesha and I speak about our weekend plan of going shopping with Fab Five and Sumaiya aunty calls us down for dinner.

I was hungry now after stressing my brain so much. I actually eat a lot when I am stressed or if there is something bothering me. I tried my best to cut down this habit but never succeeded and I believe this is one of the reasons for me being overweight.

Sumaiya aunty had prepared Chicken for dinner and there was yummy jelabis for dessert. We finish our dinner and later at around 9:30pm me and ammi leave for home.

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Jelabi : An Indian sweet made of coil of batter, fried and steeped in sugar syrup

Istikhara : It means to seek goodness from Allah . Meaning when one intend to do an important task, they do istikhara before the task.

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Chapter 4 : The Encounter

*unedited*

Sila's POV

I was sitting on a large, leather chair. It has arms, but it is not an arm chair, it swivels a bit like a computer desk chair, yet it is not really like one of those either. I look around and see flashing of computer screens and lot of people running around, dressed in what looks like office formals.

My heart is pounding!

"What is taking so long for you to get a work done on time, I hate people who don't follow my instructions"

I was getting nervous and feeling dehydrated. I ran my tongue around my bottom lip and was thinking of getting away from this situation.

My heart continues to pound. I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder and I turned around to look who was adding up to my worries.

There was standing a woman who seemed to look like in her late 50's, she had a generous smile posted on her face which brightened her wrinkled face. She looks at the direction of the man who was shouting at me a minute ago.

"Is that how you talk to your employee's? Look at that poor girl, you making her nervous. Sila you may leave now."

I thanked Allah for saving me again from this terrible person and was wondering who this woman is and she had got so much of authority over this man.

I was so curious to know about this woman, so I was trying to overhear there conversation. Once I left the room, I place my ear on the half closed door to know what the conversation that was taking place.

I was only able to hear a beep noise coming outside the room, which was really irritating my ears. I all of a sudden feel a jerk and the door get opened and I land directly on the floor.

I open my eyes and try to get up from the floor and for my surprise I realize that I am in my own bedroom and had fallen from my bed.

The beep noise was nothing but my alarm set for fajar. I off my alarm clock and try to recall what had just happened, was that a dream I just had?

Oh Allah was I dreaming about Mr. Arrogant. What does the dream actually mean, and who was that man shouting at me and the woman who saved me from him?

I was really confused and was trying to figure out the puzzle and recall what happened once I left Ayesha's place last night.

I and ammi left Ayesha's place after dinner and as Ayesha had suggested to do istikhara, I had decided to do it the same night.

I offered my isha Salah and did istikhara and went to sleep.........and then I think I had this dream.

Does that mean it has to do something with the offer of Saad Malik?

I pushed away these thoughts and went to the washroom, made wudu* and offered my fajar Salah and asked Allah's guidance to help me out with this situation.

By the time I offered my Salah, it was showing 6:30 am. For some reason I was not willing to go to college, but I had no choice but attend the college, just to attend the seminar.

I opened my WhatsApp to check if there are any messages. I texted Ayesha telling her to pick me up from my house to college.

My thoughts again drift to the offer and decide to read the papers that Mrs. Sumitha mam had given me the other day. I take out those papers form my college bag and run my hand on the company's name.

"Why is that he chose me for this job? Does it have to do something with that incident? He was actually pissed when