In Another Universe, I’m a King, a Lover, a Warrior — and Sometimes a Walking Disaster

Describe your life in an alternate universe.

In another funny alternate universe, I wear no crown of gold

Yet the skies bow to my presence,
The wind carries my name,
And the earth remembers the echo of my footsteps.

I am not just a man.
I am a king by honor, a lover by soul, a warrior by blood…
…and occasionally, a walking, tea-spilling, camel-chasing disaster.

She — My Princess, My Flame, My Queen

She isn’t just beautiful.
She’s lethal with sarcasm.

When she smiles, kingdoms melt.
When she raises an eyebrow, generals resign.
Once, I forgot her birthday…
Even the sun refused to rise that day.

She doesn’t need saving.
She needs coffee.
And if I forget that, even dragons leave the kingdom in fear.

They — My Khidmatguzar, My Chosen Brothers

Noble? Brave? Loyal?
Yes.
Smart?
…eh.

One once tried to fight a wild goose with a wooden spoon.
Another fell in love with a spy.
Twice.

We ride into war shouting deep poetry like:

> “Victory or biryani!”



And still…
They are my brothers.
My squad.
And the only people who’ll tell me when my royal robes are tucked into my boots. Again.

The War — Of Shadows, Silence, and Slightly Awkward Swordfights

I have fought battles with honor.
I have faced beasts with no name.
But nothing…
Nothing compares to the day I mistook the royal hairbrush for a dagger.
And challenged my own reflection.
(It was a long week.)

And then there was the Great Jam Spill of Year 937…
We still call it “The Red Wedding,” but with toast.

Yet even amid absurdity, I fight with heart.
For truth.
For love.
For a world where sarcasm and swords can coexist.

Also, I Have a Talking Horse

His name is Tabahi, he thinks he’s royalty, and he once tried to file taxes.

In the End — What Am I?

I’m not perfect.
I trip on my own cape.
I quote Shakespeare in my sleep.
I once tried to duel a wizard with a spoon.

But I love deeply.
I lead loyally.
And I laugh — even when I fall.

Because even in an alternate universe…
I’m still Shaikh Yasir Hameed. And I am Proud to be a part of CMS 10th A.
Only taller, more dramatic, and occasionally mistaken for a dessert at royal banquets.