Huzaifa Inam

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He twisted his wrists viciously. Crispy crackling sounds from his stiff bones echoed in the deserted room. His mind was continuously busy in calculating all the possible consequences of all the possible actions he can do. He looked at both the men and smiled peculiarly. They were staring at him as if expecting a sudden blow and preparing themselves for a counter attack move.

"So it can't be that easy!", said the man.

The serious one replied, "Oh, it's easier than you think."

The man didn't seemed hesitated but twitched a bit.

There was an awkward silence during this interval when suddenly the dead air broke. The man stretched out his hand quickly and , with a flashing speed, grasped the gun lying on a small stand-table at arm's length.

He stood up swiftly and pointed the gun at both of them. However, they stood calmly in front of him as if they were anticipating this action.

"Child's play!", remarked the man, "But before I kill you both, I want some answers. First question: Who are you?"

The serious one answered, "We are ordinary people you find everyday around you."

The man didn't exhibit any sign of confusion but continued, "Why am I brought here?"

The smiling one responded hastily with the usual satirical tone, "You asked for it, low-level life-form."

"What do you want?", he asked another question as if his brain is ambitiously oozing out inquiries.

Both of them turned a deaf ear to his inquisition as if they want to ignore his further interrogation without any fear.

Instead, the smiling one cackled, "He's going to kill us."

"No, he's going to kill himself", declared the serious one.

To Be Continued

I Hate Bullies

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SMASH... another sound was heard from the adjacent room in the university department.

The man giggled in a groaning voice, tied to an old scraped chair as he struggled up back.

"I don't know about you mate but I'm havin' a ball!", said one of the two men who appeared out from a dark corner of the room.

"Is this some kind of interrogation? Kidnapping? What do you want?", inquired the tied man.

"None!", responded one of them.

The night was pitch black with stars sparkling like glitters spread on a velvet bed sheet. The university was as silent as dead and abandoned graveyard. Dogs can be heard howling clearly from far distance.

"Why..?", chuckled the tied man in a low tone.

"WHY? Just because its fun!", the smiling one raised his voice.

The tied man seemed in agony but not desperate to escape from this horror house. His efforts ended up in vain. The only light from a dim dangling bulb over the top of his head in the dark room was making his eyes twitch. He was stuck here with two maniacs. They referred to themselves as part of the C.K.T's. One of them was of average height, slim, with serious attitude. The other was bulky, slightly taller, displaying eerie broad grin indicating dark humor.

"Pass me the wine glass on that table!", demanded the serious one.

"Is it time for celebration already?", the other one asked ridiculously.

"Do it!", he commanded again.

The serious one had noticed the tied man's head losing balance and tilting slightly. He uttered in his husky voice, "Crap! He's fainting", and splashed the liquid in the glass on his face.

"Another BASH can be his wake up call!", joked the smiling one.

The tied man partially regained his consciousness and pleaded softly, "I beg you..."

"...To free me?", interrupted the smiling one.

"...TO SHUT UP!", the tied man bursted outrageously.

"Ooo, cry baby cry...", pinned the smiling one and teased further absurdly with his fiction, " One time, I was baking a cake with your girlfriend. She said to me that you didn't measured the ingredients right. I said to her that baby you questioning MY MEASUREMENTS!"

"Alright, that's enough! Untie him", ordered the serious one.

"...And should I call a taxi for him too?", spitted the smiling one sarcastically. The other one gave him a killer gaze to which he grunted back, "Fine!", and did accordingly.

The man clenched his wrists after freeing from his captivity. Hours of motionless sitting and thick rope wrapped around his wrists made his parts numb.

He claimed mysteriously in a vengeful manner, "Enjoyed your time? You both had your fun. Now, MY TURN!"

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The man looked at the police officer and screamed, "Arrest Mrs. Anderson... She is the murderer!"

Everybody stared at him very confused.

"But why?", policeman asked in a perplexed voice.

The man, once again, started explaining about accusation in monotonous trance, "She claimed that she had just returned home when I called her before and she had no idea of her husband's whereabouts. Then you called her and she cried."

The noisy crowd stood stunned and silent in shock as he continued, "She told you that she will reach the destination as soon as possible and didn't say anything else... BUT the question is that how did she knew about the destination when she didn't even asked about it?"

As soon as the man finished his story, all the public went wild, journalists and correspondents roaring questions, cameras flashing, creating loud buzz in the area. The policeman handcuffed the woman at once and crossed the dense horde of spectators while the madding crowd kept scrutinizing.

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The man carefully slipped his hand inside the victim's pockets to check for any helpful content. The pockets were almost empty.

"Did you checked his pockets?", asked the man.

"Not yet. I have not touched anything and informed the authorities about it", replied the policeman.

While checking the contents, he found a card. It was a driver license.

"Well, its not a robbery then either. Please do not ask me 'how' again!", added the man.

The policeman gave him a blank stare.

"Uhhh, will robber leave an identification card of the victim on the crime scene and make the work for police easy?", sighed the man, "Besides, the card would have been in his wallet but its still in the pocket. This means that he wasn't carrying any wallet or cell phone during this outing."

"His name is John Anderson. The contact number is also given and the residence is not far from here", he pulled out the card and read the fields.

He called up the residence number printed on the license. A woman picked up the phone. "Good afternoon madam! May I talk to Mr. Anderson?", he asked.

"Mr. Anderson is not at home at the moment. I'll give him your message once he returns", she replied.

"Is this Mrs. Anderson?", he asked.

"Yes", the lady replied, "this is Mrs. Anderson speaking."

"Oh, where is he gone to?", he inquired.

Lady responded, "I just returned home from market. He had already left when I came back so I have no idea."

"Thank you Mrs. Anderson! Have a nice day!", the man hung up the phone.

He ordered the policeman, "Call the same residence number again and inform Mrs. Anderson about her husband's death."

"What? Why didn't you tell her in the first call?", policeman asked astonishingly.

The man commanded again, "Do it! Also, tell her to come and confirm."

The policeman called her again and broke the sad news of her loss to her.

''No way!'', cried Mrs. Anderson.

''Please come and confirm'', requested the policeman.

She wept and hung up.

"What did she say?", the man asked.

"She is coming", answered the policeman, "Should not take her long as her home is nearby."

"What else did she say?", the man asked again.

The policeman answered again, "Nothing else."

After 10 minutes, Mrs. Anderson came. She saw the body and immediately recognized it. "Yes this is my husband", she cried.

Can YOU figure out the culprit and explain with reasons?

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The man bent down to examined the body. "Well its a murder alright!", he affirmed.

"How can you say that?", asked the policeman to which he did not responded but quietly kept paying attention to something.

After a while he started explaining in a state of trance apparently seeming to be deliberately enjoying himself.

"Foam from mouth: First I thought it could be due to poison or cardiac arrest... cardiac arrest: other evidences don't suggest so, but if poison, then from who? Well, somebody close enough, obviously. How? Because who would love to drink poison from a stranger or enemy not trustworthy! So its a relative or friend then. Then I moved to next clues."

"Ring: What is that? Hello sweet engagement ring! A shiny ring freshly polished and less worn. A young lovebird I presume, but no, the man is happily married... or should I say, NOT so happily married."

"But...", interrupted the policeman to which the man didn't stopped...

"...but how do I know that he is married and not happy with his marriage? Is that what you ask, my dear law enforcer?", the man continued, "Less worn ring means neither lovebirds nor happily married."

"Sneakers: He is wearing sneakers which means he was out on a casual walk. He can not be very far away from his home, but the question is what is his address? Yup, we've got a deliciously complicated murder!"

What will YOU do to find out the address of the victim in such scenario?

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Journey Into Crime Scene

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So you think you are smart enough to solve crimes, eh? Follow the story below and race against crime to see if your skills match enough to out-wit a simple case.

"Look at everybody, busy in their lives, trying hard to make both ends meet... when deep inside they already knew that, in fact, its all going to end one day!", he thought to himself in a dark cold tone as he passes by many strange new faces. It was mid-day noon when a man was walking down the streets of city. The roads were moderately populated like usual but the man was having no difficulty in noticing every possible detail on his course from broken pavement to cracked wall corner. "Interesting...!", he halted immediately upon observing a strange activity down the lane not far away.

There were many people gathered on the road. He approached the crowd and struggled to make his way in. People allowed him to penetrate to the center somehow due to his unofficial affiliation with the local police.

There were journalists, news reporters, bloggers, local dwellers, and police. The crowd was circling something. One thing was certainly for sure that it was a crime scene. Police was trying its best to control the public.

"Party started without me, officer?", the man approached a nearby policeman and inquired about the scene.

The policeman replied sarcastically, "Hah, Sherlock! How can there be a party without a party-crasher!" The policeman reported about the crime scene.

"Victim: A male, Age: between 25 and 35 years, Time of death: Less than ten minutes", policeman pointed out some of the details, "But we are not sure if its a murder, no weapon, no blood, could be a cardiac arrest."

"And..?", inquired the man.

"And... what?", responded the policeman.

"Well that's a shame! Ten minutes... and you haven't cracked the case yet", he said.

Can YOU observe closely and explain the cause of his death?

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Upcoming Projects

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Hi guys,

I recently planned to launch a new "untitled" series with my friend about a couple of citizen journalists who try to cover those aspects of society that we usually ignore or niche matters where we don't want to get involved. The purpose was to show people the astonishing loopholes in our society where we live in, and also, to point out the universal gap subliminally mapped in our minds created by all other fictional contents by other authors and artists and its effects. The series were set in the universe similar to where we live in and face everyday problems created by our very own selves.

The name of the series has not been decided yet, neither the names of the characters were thought out. However, they were given a final look and some of the promotional material is released.

A Tribute to Siachen Heroes

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A Tribute to Siachen Heroes

Automated Nano Universal Module - (A.N.U.M)

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NOW THE TECHNOLOGY SPEAKS FOR ITSELF. It is a public belief that finding error is the most difficult process when it comes to huge machinery. More people are required for troubleshooting big machines. Many people are not technical minded enough to resolve issues with their machines very well such as children and housewives, or sometimes even office executives, etc. They either claim for service or waste time, money, and efforts with repairperson because they don’t exactly know the cause of the problem. Suppose if this work is entirely done by a tiny gadget in your pocket. Appliances are used in households, computers are used in offices, heavy equipments and machinery are used in factories and manufacturing plants. All these are taken into consideration. A.N.U.M is the thing for you. Diagnosing and depicting all the problems on your screens waiting to be solved without any frustration.