LOGINFarhan couldn’t describe just how angry and confused he felt as he met the defiant gazes of Ismail and Arisha, who were handcuffed to the interrogation table. Never in a million years did he ever imagine his brother would sabotage him. He went along with everything he said. Why was it different this time?“Why?” Farhan asked in a voice so low that it sounded like a hiss.“Why what brother?” Ismail asked, “Why did we save our son from being locked up like a mad dog? Why did we protect him from a clan that never considered him their own until he awakened? Why didn’t we go along with your plan at his cost as usual?”“Why did you betray the clan? Betray me?” Farhan roared, “Do you fools realize what you have done? You took away the clan’s greatest asset. He may be joining another clan, possibly the Pashtuns. And if the Pashtuns rebel, he may cause unfathomable death and destruction in all of Asadistan.””If he wanted death and destruction, he would have had it already,” Arisha spoke up. T
While Farhan was chasing his brother, Officer Zeba and her team weren’t having an easier time chasing the two Sikandars on a bike. “You have nowhere to escape, surrender at once and we can reduce your charges,” Zeba warned the bikers through loudspeakers. The bikers responded by hitting gas. They blitzed through heavy traffic through tight gaps between various vehicles. Zeba’s team was struggling not to lose sight of them, their larger vehicles finding it difficult to weave through the traffic.“We might need aerial support,” Rehan suggested as he weaved the police car between two trucks.“Call them,” Zeba ordered, “We can’t afford to let Sikandar get away.”Rehan nodded and radioed in a request for choppers. Meanwhile, the Sikandars went up a flyover at high speed, weaving between cars and trucks. Zeba’s team was barely keeping up with the Sikandars. Then, instead of staying on the flyover, the bikers jumped off from the flyover and dropped 10 meters onto a bypass below. They start
To understand what just happened, let’s rewind to the moment Ismail walked in on Arisha talking to her brother on the phone.“I wouldn’t bother,” Ismail said to Arisha, who looked like a deer caught in front of headlights, “After the kidnapping attempt, Farhan tightened the security around Sikandar. There’s always someone watching him. If you go to Sikandar, Farhan will know and change his plan.”“So what? You want me to give up?” Arisha frowned.“Tomorrow, when they capture Sikandar, we need to make our move then,” Ismail suggested.“But how?” Asif asked from the other side.“We need a big distraction and a quick getaway,” Ismail answered. “How are we going to distract 500 people?” Arisha asked.“Actually, Javed sir might be able to help with that,” Asif suggested, “He can create large illusions, and with my help, he can make them even bigger.”“Add him on call,” Ismail said.“Should we call Princess Ayesha too?” Arisha asked, “She might be able to help hide Sikandar.”“Let’s do it,
Farhan’s small army continued to push back against the onlookers, who were agitated by the dirty trick on Sikandar, who was still lying on his abdomen with Zara holding his hair, Farhan kneeling beside him and Zeeshan standing nearby.“I truly didn’t want to do this, nephew,” Farhan said pensively, “But you left me no choice with your rebellious attitude.”“Did you consider bribing me by making me the heir?” Sikandar suggested off-handedly, still held down by Zara.“Would you have accepted?” Farhan asked.“Dad?” Ishaq didn’t expect his father to actually consider that.“No but it’s about the order of things. You are supposed to appeal to my greed and if that doesn’t work, then use force.”“Life isn’t a story, nephew, might makes right.”Sikandar laughed at that.“What’s so funny?”“Your assumption that you have won is based on the assumption that this isn’t a story? But what if it is? What will you do when I’m released eventually?”“You are never seeing the light of the day unless I a
The small army Farhan brought quickly surrounded Sikandar and Suleiman (and Ishaq) from all sides, keeping the school crowd away. The small army included his parents, servants from Sikandar’s home, servants from Ishaq’s home, police officers, and several relatives Sikandar hadn’t seen in years.‘My grandparents (paternal) are still alive?’ Sikandar noticed them in the crowd.“Sikandar, surrender at once. We don’t want to harm you,” Farhan said aloud.“And what crime am I being asked to surrender for?” Sikandar asked, “Since when is shaking hands with clan leaders a crime?”“Dad, I too don’t want Sikandar to leave but this is overkill,” Ishaq spoke on his behalf.The crowd outside the circle muttered in agreement. Many students were recording and livestreaming the scene.“This is not an arrest, this is an intervention,” Farhan clarified.“Intervention? Against what? Drinking juice in the morning?” Sikandar snarked.“We know that you believe you are the main character of an AI-written s
“You are doing the right thing,” Farhan assured Ismail, holding his shoulder.Ismail nodded. Arisha was still hesitant.“How will you capture him, given his powers?” Arisha asked.Farhan explained his plan in detail. Ismail had to admit, it might actually work.“How long will he be locked up?” Arisha asked.“Not too long,” Farhan answered non-commitally, “I will need you two to prepare a speech for the media, for damage control. Many people will accuse us of being unjust to Sikandar, no matter what proof we provide.” Ismail nodded. Satisfied with how things were going, Farhan left. “Is this really the right thing to do?” Arisha asked Ismail.“I thought we weren’t talking,” Ismail scoffed.“This is our son’s freedom we’re talking about!” Arisha insisted, “Doesn’t it seem strange how Farhan discovered Sikandar’s illness right when there’s talk of him leaving the clan?”“What do you want me to do? Sabotage my brother and get sent to prison?” Ismail asked, “Possibly even banished?”“Raee







