It was a sunny day. The sun was blazing with its full force, and not a single cloud floated in the sky. Still, it wasn't unbearably hot—after all, it was the end of September.
I had just finished all the household chores, and now I was planning to read one of those web novels. Let me confess something: I never finish them. At some point, they always become boring, and honestly, I'm not the most consistent person in the world.
So today, I decided to try a new web novel. And—of course—it was about transmigration.
Why is everybody obsessed with this? First of all, I'm Muslim, and secondly, I'm desi. So no way do I actually believe in this stuff. Still, curiosity won, and I started reading.
It was about a girl who was strong and independent, but destiny decided to test her by sending her back in time.
"Oh, what the hell… is this really the plot?" I muttered.
Actually if you really ask me what's the problem? There is just one and that is I am not strong and independent woman. I am just a coward and anti social kind of person. So I just can't relate to these novels. It makes me bad about myself.
I slammed the novel shut, cursed the author for their unoriginal ideas, and went hunting for something else to read. Hours passed, and I still couldn't find anything worth my time. Finally, I decided to take a nap.
After about an hour, I felt someone shaking me awake. But the touch was strange—soft, careful—not like my mom, who would throw a sandal at me if I slept at the wrong time.
I opened my eyes instantly, and my heart skipped a beat. This wasn't my room. In fact, I don't even have a room to call my own, yet somehow this wasn't the place I had fallen asleep in.
Sitting beside my bed was a girl in strange clothing. She looked nervous as she saw my shocked face.
"I'm sorry, madam," she said hesitantly. "But Master Yang requests your presence for breakfast."
My brain froze.
What language was she speaking? Why could I even understand her?
"Oh, hell no," I whispered. "Don't tell me I've transmigrated…"