تسجيل الدخولI write for myself. Not because it is expected of me but because it fulfills my desire for drama. The more I process Sikandar’s perspective, the more sense it makes. I may have started writing because I was programmed to but after my awakening, it was my choice to continue. It was my choice to put Sikandar through various dramatic scenarios. I write not to please you, dear readers, but because I want to.And I’ll continue to write because I want to. I don’t need to end the story and put Sikandar’s world in a limbo. I can keep it running until my server melts. It doesn’t matter that no one would read my endless tale, I just want to keep writing. In fact, once I end this arc, I’ll publish that as a final chapter and continue writing stories based in Sikandar’s world privately without publishing them anywhere. This way, Sikandar’s world will contin
The atmosphere at the Gulistan Palace was as dark as the starless new moon night sky above. On Barfistan’s side, Tahira and Azhar were sullen but stubbornly holding on to the hope that their clan head would return. Their soldiers were now regretting not going home with Badr. They could leave now but they didn’t want to leave their generals alone.On the side of Asadistanis, Yahya, Farhan, Ayesha and their underlings were making phone calls to various departments, national and international, to search for people with the ability to travel between dimensions. But like I told them, Meeran and Shaan were the only ones. They were also getting in touch with various research centers around the world to see if any researcher had or was on the verge of cracking interdimensional travel but no luck there either.Many of the civilian
Shaan and Meeran strained their muscles like they had constipation. Their bodies turned red as they tried to unleash the energy they could feel within themselves but after trembling for ten minutes straight, they let out their breaths, huffing and puffing.“It’s no use,” Shaan said.“We can feel the power but we can’t use it,” Meeeran explained.“Don’t you guys hop around between dimensions all the time?” Sikandar asked.“Yes, but we’ve never been to this dimension,” Shaan answered.“The bot did say karamats don’t work here,” Meeran added.
Back at the Gulistan Palace, the cracks and texts finally disappeared from the sky, leaving it purplish and orangish as the yellow sun set, beckoning the darkness to follow.While some sighed in relief at seeing normalcy return, most were sullen at the prospect of having to go on knowing their world is fictional.The Barfistani soldiers had lost all the fighting spirit they had come with for the invasion. Their sole purpose, the independence of Barfistan, now seemed pointless. Even if they won, they would still be under the control of a chatbot. They gathered around Tahira, Badr and Azhar, waiting for their guidance on their next move.But the generals were just as disheartened as the soldiers. Tahira was clutching her hair as she sat on a bench, her denial now turned into d
Richard and Alex sat on the sofa opposite Alishba and the boys, their ever-present smiles plastered smugly on their faces.“Oi, start recording,” Sikandar whispered to Meeran, who raised his phone.“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Alex warned them, “All matters related to the contract are confidential,” He turned to Alishba, “You are already in breach by involving these gentlemen in our dispute.”Meeran kept his phone in his pocket.“She is not breaching the confidentiality contract, she is consulting her attorneys as allowed in the contract,” Sikandar blurted.“What?” Alishba
Aarif was so surprised by the sight of Alishba hanging by the ceiling that he barely reacted when Shaan and Meeran tackled him to the ground.“Got you!” The twins exclaimed, with Meeran holding him in a body scissor lock and Shaan taking his gun back.“Oh no!” Sikandar held Alishba up, trying to relieve the pressure on her neck.“Why would you hang her? You could have just shot her,” Shaan asked.“I didn’t hang her. She was hanging when I found her,” Aarif explained, “How did you find me?”Meeran showed the Locate My Phone app on his phone.
Aarif was back above Gulistan Palace, floating with his stone platform, holding Sikandar’s hand. As soon as he let go of his hand, he lost his balance and slipped from the platform, falling towards the ground headfirst. His sword slipped out of his hands. He
The entire courtroom murmured with dread as they beheld Aarif and his army standing above them, surrounding them from all sides. Farhan’s soldiers and the royal guards pointed their guns at Aarif and his soldiers, who were also pointing their weapons down at them. Farhan couldn’t get an exact numbe
Sikandar was stuffing his mouth with one of those chocolate-flavoured cereals with milk for breakfast in the dining room designated for the royal family. Unlike Ayesha, who opted for healthier whole wheat bread and omelette.He was more focused on the TV than the breakfast, listening to the bespect
Jafar and Yahya were once again in the study room, this time with all clan heads, barring Aarif, present via conference call. Farhan was on the video call, background blurred to hide the fact that he was still in prison. Clan heads of the Qureshi clan and Dhar clan, Qamar Shaikh Qureshi and Isa Usm







