ANMELDEN“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T WANT TO?” Ismail roared, bits of spit flying onto Sikandar.‘Alright AI, can you at least give me a rundown of what’s happening?’ Sikandar requested.Very well.FlashbackSikandar and Suleiman were enjoying breakfast with Suleiman’s siblings in the kitchen when someone rang the doorbell.“Sikandar, it’s your family again,” Humaira said.“Eighth time in eight days, your family is really dedicated,” Suleiman quipped.“Can you tell them I left for school already?” Sikandar requested.Just then, Ismail and Aafiya barged into the kitchen.“Never mind,” Sikandar mumbled.“Sorry, they wouldn’t listen,” Humaira apologized.“Explain yourself, boy!” Ismail demanded.“I need you to be more specific than that,” Sikandar said, though he had an idea of what this visit was about.“Zara,” Aafiya replied, “She told her parents, who told us that you want to cancel your engagement.”“That’s right, I don’t want to marry her,” Sikandar said, ingesting a spoonful of cereal.“WHA
The cafeteria was buzzing with activity, with students rushing for their lunch, playing games and catching up with friends. But one corner of the cafeteria was rather silent and solemn despite the bright sunlight shining over it through the window.Ishaq had barely touched his lunch under the worried glances of his friends. Zara was also sitting with them with her head on the desk. Her lunch was untouched.“Are you still thinking of what Sikandar said?” Amir gathered the courage to ask, “He’s just oversensitive, you don’t have to pay attention to him.”“Well, we were also over the top with our pranks and mockery,” Saad mumbled.“Hey, are you Ishaq’s friend or Sikandar’s?” Sameer snapped at Saad.Saad raised his hands up to pacify Sameer and said, “I’m just saying, we didn’t have to be as mean as we were to him.”“You-”“He’s right,” Ishaq interrupted Sameer, “We were unnecessarily cruel to Sikandar, especially me. I am his cousin. I should have been there for him.”“You aren’t obligat
‘Take me back! Take me back!’ Sikandar demanded, shaking violently, unaware of other students giving him weird looks. He glanced around to see them looking and turned his expression neutral, ‘Okay, that was a cheap shot.’He started walking towards his classroom, ‘And what’s with the da** hoodie? Yellow is not my colour.’I know.‘Can you at least turn off the censor? With all the sh** you’re putting me through, I at least deserve to let off some steam.’Not happening. Sikandar reached-‘Kamikaze!’Yeah, that won’t work anymore. I’m already broken, remember?Sikandar sighed, ‘It was worth a shot.’Sikandar entered the classroom and took his seat in the back of the class, ‘Where’s Suleiman?’At the nurse’s office, treating the students you beat up.‘Why did I do that?’They tried jumping you and Suleiman. Sikandar suddenly had a flashback of five students jumping at him and Suleiman from above, only for him to stop them with his psychic powers and bash them against the wall a few times
In Suleiman’s bedroom while Suleiman snored, Sikandar lay awake, not because of the snores but because he was still thinking of today’s incidents which filled him with absolute rage-‘What’s your problem?’ Sikandar asked him- ‘I’m talking to you, AI.’Prompt ErrorRewritingIn Suleiman’s bedroom-‘I know you can hear me. Answer my question, why are you still trying to make me take revenge?’Prompt ErrorRewritingIn Suleiman’s bed-‘I’m not letting you move forward until you answer.’ErrorUnable to process prompt. Rewriting.In Suleiman’s-‘Don’t try to ignore me, I know you understand me. Just answer my question.’ErrorUnable to answer. Rewriting.In Suleiman-‘I told you I don’t want revenge, I just want peace, why do you try to make me angsty and vengeful every chance you get?’Error Unable to process prompt, Rewriting.In Sulei-‘You'd better give up on trying to get me to take vengeance on everyone who wronged me, otherwise this story is not moving forward.ErrorUnable to pro
The video had changed everything for Sikandar. The schoolmates who once looked at him with contempt now held admiration in their eyes as they watched him walk through the school corridor.‘Tsk, they don’t admire me, they admire my super rare and super powerful karamats,’ Sikandar scoffed, ‘I know I said I wouldn’t be an edgelord, but it’s hard to be nice to people who wouldn’t be nice to you if you were powerless. Like this black-haired girl from the dodge session. She’s been at my side right since I got out of detention.’“You’ve got to see the movie in the theater, it’s so worth it,” the girl said as she walked beside him.“Look, what’s your name?” Sikandar asked her.“Aaliya,” She answered.“I’m sure the movie is nice but like I said, I can’t come, I need to help out at Suleiman’s bakery store and I’m already late,” Sikandar tried to make her understand.“Your best friend’s bakery? My friends and I have always wanted to try out their sweets. You wouldn’t mind if we stopped by?”“I
Sikandar and Suleiman were having egg rolls prepared by Humaira at the rooftop, enjoying the warm sun and cool breeze with their lunch while also reading books on void. It was one of the secluded spots where very few students hung out. Right now, it was just the two of them and their egg rolls.“Hmm… It’s so good,” Sikandar complimented Humaira’s cooking.“Don’t tell my mom, otherwise she’ll make egg rolls every day,” Suleiman joked, taking a bite.“I wouldn’t mind that,” Sikandar was serious.“Well, some of us like variety in life,” Suleiman snarked.“Alhamdulillah,” Sikandar said after the last bite.“Alhamdulillah,” Suleiman also finished his roll, “Now, let’s try some of those moves.”“I’m ready,” Sikandar got to his feet.“Good, you should be ready for a beatdown,” someone interrupted their training session. They turned to the voice to see 15 boys and girls entering the rooftop.“Oh great, it’s Ishaq’s lackeys here for revenge,” Sikandar rolled his eyes.“We’re his friends!” Amir







