The morning sun shined brightly over the island.
The birds chirped. The ocean waves crashed peacefully.
It was a perfect day.
But inside the house?
IT WAS CHAOS.
Sophia had already made her legendary escape.
She was now resting in her private room, recovering from the 'war' she just survived.
But there was one BIG problem.
MIRSHAD. WAS. STILL. INSIDE. THE ROOM.
AND HE HADN'T COME OUT.
NOT EVEN ONCE.
NOT EVEN FOR FOOD.
NOT EVEN TO BREATHE.
THE WHOLE FAMILY NOTICED.
AND THEY WANTED ANSWERS.
BADLY.
Amir paced back and forth. "Guys… something is wrong."
Malik nodded seriously. "This is bad."
Rayyan crossed his arms. "I think… Sophia may have killed him."
Sara rolled her eyes. "Are you guys serious? He's literally MRD. The man fights entire armies ALONE."
Baba stroked his beard. "Yes… but Sophia had a different kind of strategy."
Amir nodded. "True. The only thing MRD can't fight is Sophia's 'battle tactics'."
Malik whispered. "I mean… it's been over 24 hours. What if…"
Amir gasped. "…What if he CAN'T WALK?"
EVERYONE WENT SILENT.
Jabir muttered. "Oh my god… what if she BROKE HIM?"
Rayyan smirked. "Damn. If Sophia really won this war, we gotta give her an award."
Sara facepalmed. "You guys are impossible."
Then, Baba made a decision.
"Alright. That's it. I'm knocking."
EVERYONE TURNED TO HIM IN HORROR.
Amir shouted. "Faisal, NO! DON'T GO IN THERE!"
Malik grabbed his arm. "What if he's not… 'decent'?"
Rayyan laughed. "What if he's just TOO EMBARRASSED TO SHOW HIS FACE?"
Sara sighed. "Well, there's only one way to find out."
They ALL stood outside Mirshad's door.
Baba knocked. "Mirshad… son… are you alive?"
No response.
Malik knocked. "Boss, blink twice if you can hear us!"
Still no response.
Amir knocked. "BRO, IF YOU'RE NOT COMING OUT, I'M CALLING THE NATIONAL GUARD."
Silence.
Then… FINALLY… THEY HEARD MOVEMENT.
The door slowly creaked open.
And then… HE APPEARED.
MIRSHAD.
THE MAN.
THE LEGEND.
THE SURVIVOR.
BUT HE LOOKED… DIFFERENT.
VERY. DIFFERENT.
His hair? COMPLETELY MESSY.
His eyes? TIRED. NO LONGER GOLDEN—JUST EXHAUSTED.
His face? LOOKED LIKE HE HAD JUST FOUGHT A WAR IN HELL.
His walk? SLOW. SHAKY. LIKE AN OLD MAN.
HIS ENTIRE SOUL? GONE.
HE LOOKED LIKE A MAN WHO HAD SEEN THE OTHER SIDE OF LIFE.
EVERYONE STARED IN SHOCK.
Amir almost dropped to his knees. "NO. WAY."
Malik whispered. "IS THIS… THE SAME MRD?"
Rayyan pointed at him. "BRO. WHERE DID YOUR CONFIDENCE GO?"
Jabir looked at Sara. "IS THIS REALLY MIRSHAD?"
Sara smirked. "Well… I guess Sophia finally tamed the beast."
Baba blinked. "Son… are you okay?"
Mirshad blinked slowly.
Then he whispered.
"…I need food."
EVERYONE BURST OUT LAUGHING.
Amir grabbed his stomach. "BROOOO HE'S STARVING!"
Malik wiped a tear. "THE STRONGEST MAN IN THE WORLD… CAN'T EVEN STAND PROPERLY!"
Rayyan fell to the floor. "BRO. HE CAN'T EVEN FORM FULL SENTENCES ANYMORE."
Sara giggled. "I hope Sophia is okay too…"
Jabir nodded. "After what we just saw? I don't think she's okay either."
Baba patted Mirshad's shoulder. "Come, son. Let's get you some food. And maybe… a wheelchair."
Mirshad groaned. "I hate all of you."
Amir smirked. "We love you too, bro."
Malik grinned. "NOW LET'S GET THIS MAN SOME FOOD BEFORE HE COLLAPSES."
And with that, the great warrior, the ruler of the world, the most feared man in history…Was carried to breakfast.
And for the first time ever…
He knew what it felt like to be COMPLETELY DEFEATED.