……‘Sigma, I am
warning you, bring Murtaza back to normal and stop your insane actions
otherwise I’ll stuck you up in space for rest of your life,’ Zaka saw all
around his room but couldn’t see sigma anywhere, only his voice was echoing in
the room.
‘Because of me?’ Zaka had an eye upon the walls to detect
sigma’s shadow anywhere in the room.
SPEND REST OF YOUR LIFE AS A GIRL
ZAKA ON RESCUE
'Wedding of a princess! Oh my god, I should look for any way to go back from here as early as possible,’ Zaka went in deep thought.
INJECT THIS TO YOUR MAID
Hassan WAS ABOUT TO HANG
SCARF
LOOK GORGEOUS ON ME!
‘We can only be flourished by standing on our own roots. Our religious and national roots will keep us strong and firm to resist the horrified winds to evaporate our identity. i already knew that we can't win when we are neither fish nor fowl,’ She patted her face with love.
‘What do you mean? Do you know what….,’ Zeemal looked at him strangely.
‘Don’t tire yourself, he is just joking, by the way you look gorgeous in the scarf. I’m also thinking to do more physical activities and learning, rather to waste my time,’ Hassan offered her an ice-cream.
‘Think it yours,’ Hassan commented when she grabbed the ice-cream in confusion.
‘Do you know what happened to me today? I became the princess and you both were with me as princes. It was…’she wanted to share her feelings with some one.
‘It was just a stage play and you slept during it in the dressing room,’ Hassan couldn’t understand how to explain her real situation.
Just then a bird pinched on her head and grabbed her hair pin. She screamed with terror.
‘I’m sorry and thank you,’ she listened the voice of Sokolu pasha around but he was no where. THE END
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‘Oh, I’m scared
me lord. I’ll do as you said,’ sigma was laughing continuously. He was enjoying
the situation.
‘Believe me, I
haven’t plan the situation like this but it all went mess just because of you,’
sigma explained him in trying to stop his cackles.
SIGMA WAS STUCK AS SHADOW
‘I was following you, when an asteroid belt stopped
my spaceship in the way. I know after crossing those rocks I can enter the
saved images of times, so I fired on some of the rocks to make my way through.
Yet I’m only able to see the blurred images from 16th century
and because of those blurred pictures, Murtaza’s body is exchanged with the
maid of harem, instead of any servant there. Help me to cross those space rocks
and share your new theory with me, I’ll bring every thing to normal.
SPEND REST OF YOUR LIFE AS A GIRL
'In other case your fellow has to spend rest of his life as a girl and fate of
other two siblings is in your hands too’ Sigma was serious now.
‘Pasha, sultan is
calling you,’ just then one servant entered the room.
‘I’ll think on
your offer,’ Zaka was able to locate his shadow behind a big vase in‘I think we
should announce the treaty with British Empire at the wedding feast of
princesses. Queen Elizabeth has written us many times to facilitate her in
protecting her borders. I have decided to help the Britain in any invasion from
powerful Roman Catholics. Make necessary preparations to write and announce the
treaty. It’ll be implemented on wedding feast of princess,’ sultan ordered him.
ZAKA ON RESCUE
'Wedding of a princess! Oh my god, I should look for any way to go back from here as early as possible,’ Zaka went in deep thought.
‘Go and see the
preparations,’ sultan ordered him again.
‘My lord, due to
intricate situation at the castle, don’t you think we should postpone the
treaty and wedding ceremony for some time…’ Zaka was worried after intervention
of sigma in his expedition.
‘The work of states should not be influenced with minor issues. All will be fine with time,’ sultan told him again to prepare the documents.
‘The work of states should not be influenced with minor issues. All will be fine with time,’ sultan told him again to prepare the documents.
DON'T WANT TO GET
MARRIED
‘I don’t want to get married,’ Zeemal was screaming on her beauticians and dress designers. They all were around, flattering her to get her pleasure. Let me meet with my brothers.’ she tried to get out but two maids pushed her inside.
‘I don’t want to get married,’ Zeemal was screaming on her beauticians and dress designers. They all were around, flattering her to get her pleasure. Let me meet with my brothers.’ she tried to get out but two maids pushed her inside.
‘Mama, where are
you? Where is my mobile? Get me out from all this!’
Princess is
behaving strange,’ one of the maids whispered another and tried to sooth
Zeemal.
Princess Huma, Sokolu pasha (Zaka) wants to meet you in private,’ one of her maid entered the room.
Princess Huma, Sokolu pasha (Zaka) wants to meet you in private,’ one of her maid entered the room.
‘I know, you’re
senior minister here, please do something to cancel this wedding,’ she
requested him without listening to him.
‘I’m here to get you out from here but you have to help me first,’ Zaka had no
choice other than Zeemal now, as Murtaza was unconscious and Hassan was in
prison in wait for his execution.
INJECT THIS TO YOUR MAID
‘Just put
this injection at the brain of your unconscious maid,’ he gave her a small
needle. ‘Do it as early as possible. Take this as well,’ he reluctantly gave
her a very small book. It was even hard to see with the naked eye. ‘You punch
it in your hairs with hair pin. I’ll take it afterwards.’
‘What is this? Zeemal carefully put that book in her hairs at once.
‘My all findings are saved in it, please be careful,’ Zaka left the room with fidgety, leaving Zeemal in astonishment.
‘What is this? Zeemal carefully put that book in her hairs at once.
‘My all findings are saved in it, please be careful,’ Zaka left the room with fidgety, leaving Zeemal in astonishment.
Zaka came back
to his room after a while.
‘Then what do
you decide about my offer. I know you have found the way to evaporate and store
the water of oceans in air. You just come here to take samples of different
gases from this time. The temperature and formulation of atmosphere, in this
time period, suits to your findings,’ sigma was still there.
‘I will not let
you to control all the water reservoirs. Soon, I’ll be the master of all
reservoirs and then I’ll become the richest man of my world,’ sigma continued.
‘Definitely
you’ll be master of every thing in your good dreams,’ Zaka threw laser light
from his electronic sword on sigma’s shadow and trapped him.
NO SPACE FOR WATER ON EARTH
‘My findings are
not to control the water supply of the world but to facilitate the growing
population with more land and shifting of oceans to air. I’ll share new
condensation law with the head of my country and he’ll implement it for the
benefit of all mankind,’ Zaka talked to sigma’s shadow, which was trapped in a
small packet.
‘I’ll drop you
while going back to future, till then you have rest over here and have good
dreams,’ Zaka threw that sealed packet in the vase and left the room.
HASSAN'S EXECUTION
Hassan was brought to gardens for execution. All royal guests and other ministers were present there. Executioner came there with a rope and circled it around Hassan’s neck.
Hassan was brought to gardens for execution. All royal guests and other ministers were present there. Executioner came there with a rope and circled it around Hassan’s neck.
Hassan WAS ABOUT TO HANG
‘It is an example of justice in
our state that if even a prince found guilty, he would be punished,’ chief
guard announced loudly.
Zeemal found opportunity to skip to clinic at the castle but she didn’t found unconscious girl there.
‘She has been sent far, so the people around don’t get effected by her disease,’ one of the maids told her on asking.
‘Arrange a cart for me and follow her,’ Zeemal took off her rings and gave to maid to help her.
The horses were running fast, and they caught the leaving lady.
The guard put the rope in Hassan’s neck, when Zeemal inject the needle in her maid’s brain.
She started feeling drowsy and fell at one sofa in the cart.
Zeemal found opportunity to skip to clinic at the castle but she didn’t found unconscious girl there.
‘She has been sent far, so the people around don’t get effected by her disease,’ one of the maids told her on asking.
‘Arrange a cart for me and follow her,’ Zeemal took off her rings and gave to maid to help her.
The horses were running fast, and they caught the leaving lady.
The guard put the rope in Hassan’s neck, when Zeemal inject the needle in her maid’s brain.
She started feeling drowsy and fell at one sofa in the cart.
‘Zeemal, Zeemal where were you lost? I’m looking for you at all
sides,’ Arooj came to her when she found her alone at one side of the school
ground.
The ground was full with the stalls of eatables, face
painting and stage dramas. There were stalls of jewelry and miniature paintings
related to ottomans.
Zeemal was still amazed on what happened to her. ‘Was I part of any drama over here,’ she was confused when she saw Arooj approaching her,
‘There is a fancy dress show, I’m going to participate it. You should also join me. Today you are looking like a human on earth,’ she pulled amazed Zeemal.
‘Leave me,’ Zeemal pulled her arm.
Arooj turned to look her. Zeemal took off her scarf from her purse and wrapped it properly again.
‘What are you doing? It’s looking awful on you.’ Arooj yelled on her.
Zeemal was still amazed on what happened to her. ‘Was I part of any drama over here,’ she was confused when she saw Arooj approaching her,
‘There is a fancy dress show, I’m going to participate it. You should also join me. Today you are looking like a human on earth,’ she pulled amazed Zeemal.
‘Leave me,’ Zeemal pulled her arm.
Arooj turned to look her. Zeemal took off her scarf from her purse and wrapped it properly again.
‘What are you doing? It’s looking awful on you.’ Arooj yelled on her.
'i can't go anymore with a guilt.
its not me. from deep inside i know its all not my style, my tradition and my
religion. Aaa... I'm feeling so confident and relaxed now,' zeemal took her
long top, out of her pants and breath sooth.
‘lets go for the competition,' It’s better, zeemal came outside.
Zeemal slowly moved towards the ground. She was continuously thinking about the events that happened to her.
‘lets go for the competition,' It’s better, zeemal came outside.
Zeemal slowly moved towards the ground. She was continuously thinking about the events that happened to her.
A FANCY DRESS SHOW OR A QUIZ COMPETITION
‘There’s a quiz competition, participants should register here,’ she heard an announcement from one side.
She walked towards it and got her registered.
She saw Hassan and Murtaza among the audience. They were clapping for her. There were questions about Pakistan and ottoman’s history. Zeemal won the competition with a lead. She was coming outside when she saw Arooj at one corner.
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‘There’s a quiz competition, participants should register here,’ she heard an announcement from one side.
She walked towards it and got her registered.
She saw Hassan and Murtaza among the audience. They were clapping for her. There were questions about Pakistan and ottoman’s history. Zeemal won the competition with a lead. She was coming outside when she saw Arooj at one corner.
FUSION IS BETTER
‘It was an awful competition.
Every paindu of the day was present there. You know who won?
That Mishaal! Her
dress was a fusion of Turkish and Pakistani traditions. There was great
favoritism.’ Arooj was upset after being rejected from the judges. Zeemal
smiled at her.
they both got any position in the
event.
‘We can only be flourished by standing on our own roots. Our religious and national roots will keep us strong and firm to resist the horrified winds to evaporate our identity. i already knew that we can't win when we are neither fish nor fowl,’ She patted her face with love.
Arooj didn’t understand
her.
‘These judges don’t have a sense of fashion at all,’ Arooj was still thinking about the competition.
‘These judges don’t have a sense of fashion at all,’ Arooj was still thinking about the competition.
YOU MADE OUR DAY
‘What do you mean? Do you know what….,’ Zeemal looked at him strangely.
‘Don’t tire yourself, he is just joking, by the way you look gorgeous in the scarf. I’m also thinking to do more physical activities and learning, rather to waste my time,’ Hassan offered her an ice-cream.
‘Think it yours,’ Hassan commented when she grabbed the ice-cream in confusion.
‘Do you know what happened to me today? I became the princess and you both were with me as princes. It was…’she wanted to share her feelings with some one.
‘It was just a stage play and you slept during it in the dressing room,’ Hassan couldn’t understand how to explain her real situation.
Just then a bird pinched on her head and grabbed her hair pin. She screamed with terror.
‘I’m sorry and thank you,’ she listened the voice of Sokolu pasha around but he was no where. THE END
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