เข้าสู่ระบบSalman and Faizi were on cloud 9 after the princess and her fiancé helped them awaken. They were grateful to the princess and her parents for giving them refuge, but for the world at large, they had nothing but contempt. And now they could treat the world the way it treated them.“By getting even, you mean surprise everyone with how you guys have changed, right?” Ayesha asked.“Oh princess, we will show them alright,” Faiz grinned, baring his fangs.“We will show them hell,” Salman said grimly.“You know what’s better than getting even with everyone?” Sikandar asked, “It’s living your life to the fullest in front of your haters. The haters just hate it!” Sikandar emphasized nodding his head.“You have done much for us,” Faizi said, “But you and the princess were raised with a silver spoon. We were tossed aside like trash by our parents, we scraped by on the streets until the princess gave us shelter. And even then, many in the royal staff mock us as unblessed servants of the unblessed
“Why do you fight so hard for fiction?” Ayesha’s question echoed in Sikandar’s mind as he reflected on the defining moment of his life.‘Why do I fight for this fictional life made by a chatbot? What keeps me going?’ He wondered. He pondered in silence for a long time, making Ayesha worried that she had either snapped him out of his delusion or worsened it.“Sikandar?” Ayesha prompted Sikandar, “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”“No, it’s okay,” Siknadar assured her, “It’s just I haven’t really put much thought into it.” He sipped his tea, immersing his taste buds in the fictional flavour, “I remember the day I awakened and realized I was in a fictional story. I was devastated. I realized everyone around me including me had no choice in what we did, we were all puppets of a puppet. It was terrifying to realize that the entire world existed specifically to spite me. If it weren’t for Suleiman and Javed sir, I might have given in to the despair I felt at realizing nothing
On a bright morning, Farhan and Jafar were giving a press conference to justify their attempt to capture Sikandar.“Sikandar is dangerous, bla bla bla,” Farhan blabbered.“Hmmm,” Jafar nodded as if he was hearing sagely wisdom.“Sikandar is mad, bla bla bla.”“Hmmm.”“Sikandar will destroy Asadistan, bla bla bla.”“Hmmm.”Just then someone appeared behind them, creating buzz among media persons.Farhan continued, unaware, “Sikandar is- behind me?”“Huh?” Jafar and Farhan turned around.“Yo!” Sikandar greeted them before teleporting them into deep space. There, they suffocated due to a lack of oxygen, and their bodies swelled.Sikandar teleported them back to Earth, “Had enough?” He asked them.They nodded, desperately breathing in the oxygen.“Then leave my family and friends alone,” Sikandar warned, staring deep into their souls with his icy blue eyes.“Sikandar, what are you up to?” Ayesha asked, breaking Sikandar out of his daydreaming and back under the gazebo with snacks, sweets,
Jafar got up from the seat and walked up to Ayesha, “Where is he?” He asked again.“I told your lie detector, I don’t know,” Ayesha rolled her eyes.A guard entered the room, “Your majesty, we checked the CCTV, he’s not here.”Another guard entered, “We searched all the areas, he is not here.”“Prepare for departure,” Yahya ordered them. They left the room with a nod.“I don’t know how you pulled it off but don’t think this is over,” Jafar warned, “If your boy toy comes to you, let him know that the well-being of his family and friends is in his hands.”“What do you mean?” Ayesha asked apprehensively.“His family caused quite the wreckage to save him, that can’t go unpunished,” Jafar scoffed.Suddenly, the air felt heavy, and the ground trembled.“An earthquake?” Yahya wondered.“It’s not safe here, you may want to evacuate,” Ayesha warned Jafar.Jafar gulped and left the room with Yahya behind.“Please make Sikandar understand,” Yahya urged Ayesha as he left.“Calm down,” Ayesha said
In a corner of Gulistan close to Shahabad, there was a palace filled with flowers. Its boundary walls and outer perimeter had them, its inner yards had them, some of its walls had them and all the windows had them. Roses, tulips, marigolds, practically every flower you could or couldn’t name was there. Red, violet, blue, white, pink, every shade dotted the palace walkways. It was in this palace that Ayesha had hidden our hero. Sitting at the edge of a fountain in the courtyard, Sikandar was still sulking about his defeat yesterday.‘I’m not sulking about my defeat,’ he denied. But you are sulking.“Still sulking about your defeat?” Ayesha asked as she walked towards the fountain with servants bringing in snacks and tea on the trolley.“I’m not sulking about my defeat,” Sikandar repeated. Watching as the servants expertly set the snacks on the table under a flowery gazebo nearby.“But you are sulking,” She prodded.See? She agrees with me.‘Shut up,’ Sikandar sighed, “I was thinking a
Farhan 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







