All Chapters of Fictitious Reality: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sarah had begged Arnold relentlessly but he still went. She was left alone with her panic and worry. She tried hard to focus on the huge pile of work that had accumulated over the previous week but it was useless.Suddenly she started feeling a bit queasy in her stomach, bile rose to her throat and she had to rush to the bathroom to throw up. She came out of the bathroom and wiped her mouth with a towel. Drops of sweat beaded on her forehead.

Sarah was pointing a device right at her pupils when Arnold walked into the room. “Are you crazy Sarah? What are you doing?” He asked holding her hand back.“I was just removing the lens implant.”“Un! What is that?” Arnold said furrowing his eyebrows.

Mr. Roy stood outside room no 550 of the Secret Inspy Club. He had never thought that he would come to this club that too to meet someone like Arnold Zen. The things he had heard about Mr. Zen weren’t very encouraging either but what choice did he have.After searching for about six years he had finally discovered an island that was perfect for a secret civilization. But, he lacked the resources to find more people and escape from the mainland undetected. That was the reason he had come to meet Mr. Zen despite his inhibition.He pressed the button n

A shrill tune sounded in the room and the screen lit up with a call request from the authorities. Though why it was said to be a call request, Arnold had no idea. It wasn’t as if someone could dare to decline it.His hands quivered as he chose ‘pick up the call in manual mode’ instead of brainwave mode. He could only hope that his choice was accepted.He let out a sigh of relief when the call got connected.

Arnold and Sarah were sitting on the floor with a bewildered expression, covered in glitter from head to toe. The noise of explosion ha startled them causing them to fall on the floor.The stranger was bent over with laughter. Sia was still in his arms and was giggling too.Arnold blinked his eyes again and again. He frowned and looked around trying to get a hold on what had happened. Was this some kind of joke? He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. On one hand, he was happy that he wasn’t killed but his mind was still reeling in distress.