Rumi woke up in the middle of the night, her breath was heavy, hair frizzy, eyes gloomy, clothes wet, and the bedsheet showed the evidence of struggle she went through while sleeping, it was all collected at one place from the movement of her legs and arms, the blanket was thrown on the floor. She was trembling in fear, her body was in immense pain, sweat mounting on her forehead like morning dew. She grasped the glass of water kept at the study table beside her bed, over the pile of files, she was going through before sleeping. She switched on the light, drank water, wiped the sweat, and sat on the bed with her legs crossed. It wasn’t the first time she was experiencing this kind of haunting dream but in the recent past, it has become more frequent.   She got up from the bed, her clothes were sticking to her skin restricting the movements of the limbs making it heavy to move. She was struggling to take out night suit from her wardrobe, it glanced at her like a long-lost friend