My Tyrant Beloved

“Please wake up, only five minutes left before class starts!”
Taqdees exaggerated, hoping she'd wake up quickly. She had already been trying for over half an hour.
But she forgot who she was waking.

At the mention of "five minutes," the girl opened her eyes with a snap, glanced at her wristwatch, and then… slipped right back into her dreamy slumber.

“You witch! You beast!”
Taqdees, now irritated, stood up.
“Why are you wasting time on her? Let’s go or we’ll be late.”
Aleesha tried to calm Taqdees down.

They left for the madrasa without telling or waking her. The hostel and madrasa were connected, just a short walk away.

“I don’t understand what’s going to become of that girl!”
Taqdees kept grumbling until they reached class.

“Whatever is written by fate,”
A voice replied from behind. Taqdees and Aleesha turned.

“You…”
Taqdees gritted her teeth.

“Yes, my friend, it’s me,”
She nodded dramatically.

“I swear, one day you’ll sleep your way into another world.”
Taqdees snapped.

“I already live there all the time,”
She replied in a dreamy tone, disappearing into class.

Aleesha stopped Taqdees from replying.
Later, at breakfast, they noticed her eyes were pink.

“I’m sure she slept through the entire lecture,”
Taqdees said, glaring at her.

“She sits at the back for that very reason. If she sat with us, you'd never let her sleep.”
Aleesha laughed.

“If you'd told this truth earlier, Taqdees' brother would’ve fallen in love with you on the spot.”
She teased Aleesha, who burst into laughter.

The remark was so ridiculous it made them both want to strangle her—but she quickly shoved the last bite of her burger into her mouth and fled. You never knew what those two might do next.


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"Muntasha! We have exams tomorrow and you're sleeping?"
They tried waking her multiple times, even the roommates pitched in—but she remained dead asleep.

Eventually, in the early hours of dawn, she rose on her own, snatched a notebook from Aleesha, and began skimming through it. She studied for barely 30 minutes before falling asleep again, notebook still in hand.

Aleesha just watched her, stunned.

“Taqdees is right. Who knows what’s going to happen with this crazy girl,”
she whispered.

But when the exams were over, Muntasha emerged from the hall glowing. That meant her paper had gone great.
She was the top student at both madrasa and college, and no one could understand how she always aced everything without ever seeming to study.

Today was the last day in the hostel. Everyone was heading home tomorrow, happy to be free but sad to part with close friends.

“I swear, if I miss either of you, even a little—”
Muntasha pouted at the emotional duo.

“You’re heartless, Muntasha. Seriously, what’s going to happen to you?”
Taqdees repeated her usual line.

“Alright, I’ll tell you today. I’m the Princess of the Dream World. Soon, I’ll meet my prince, just like you did!”
She teased Taqdees.

“You’ll spend your whole life dreaming.”
Taqdees rolled her eyes.

“Don’t curse her like that,”
Aleesha defended Muntasha, though Muntasha couldn’t care less.

Just then, Rumana and her friend Jaweria appeared.

“Look, even your enemies have shown up,”
Aleesha nudged her.

“They’re not enemies. They’re Muslims. And no Muslim is my enemy.”
Muntasha said wisely.

“How did your exams go?”
Rumana asked.

“All praise to Allah, the Lord of the Worlds,”
all three replied in unison.

Rumana smirked sarcastically and walked away.

The hostel bell rang, signaling it was time for the prayer hall.

“They’ll probably give us another lecture now,”
Muntasha groaned.

“Have some shame, Muntasha! Don’t call religious talks lectures.”
Taqdees scolded her.

They quietly went to the back seats of the prayer hall.

“Our purpose in life is to remember Allah and help those who’ve forgotten Him. And we must protect ourselves and others from our enemies’ tricks.”

After the sermon, they returned to their room—unusually silent.

“What’s up with you? Why so quiet?”
Taqdees asked Muntasha.

“I’m thinking… where should I start?”
“Start what?”
“To shake the world. Especially my enemies.”

Both ignored her; they had packing to do. Once Muntasha started talking, she wouldn’t stop.


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That evening, Taqdees took her tea to the terrace, missing her friend deeply. It had been three days since they left the hostel.

“As-salamu Alaikum.”
She greeted while putting the phone to her ear.

“Wa Alaikum Assalam. I’m fine, so don’t bother asking. I know you two are fine too, so I won’t ask either.”
Muntasha began without pause.

“What were you doing?”
Taqdees asked calmly.

“Cursing you.”
“Why?”

“Tell me, why are you always on your phone? Aleesha I get—she’s single for me. But you? Didn’t Owaimer bhai give you any attention?”
She whispered the last part like a secret.

Taqdees, annoyed, hung up before more nonsense could pour out.

But then she froze.
Muntasha’s topic of gossip—Owaimer—was sitting nearby, sipping from her cup of tea.

“That’s mine! It’s used!”
She scolded.

“Who were you talking to?”
he asked, ignoring her extended hand.

“None of your business. Why did you drink my tea?”

“Drinking leftover tea increases love,”
he said, pulling her to the chair beside him, handing her the cup.

She stared after him, then muttered:
“Love increases…”
And took a sip anyway.


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