AFTAB KHAN
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Storyteller at heart, writing to inspire, inform, and spark conversation. Exploring ideas one word at a time.
Writing truths, weaving dreams — one story at a time.
From imagination to reality
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From Bellboy to Boss
The scent of fresh linens and polished floors lingered in the air of The Grand Regency Hotel. It was one of the busiest hotels in the city, known for its grandeur and high-profile clientele. Among the bustling staff, a young boy in a faded white shirt and slightly oversized uniform jacket stood near the elevator, holding a silver luggage cart.
By AFTAB KHAN5 months ago in Men
Under the Banyan Tree
Ravi was born in the small village of Dharmapur, nestled between rice paddies and mango groves. The village had no cinema, no mall, and only one dusty road that led in and out. But it had a banyan tree in the center, whose roots had kissed the earth for over 300 years, and under which the whole village gathered each evening.
By AFTAB KHAN5 months ago in Chapters
The Weight of Humanity
The year was 2149, and machines had taken over nearly every aspect of life. Not in a violent rebellion or a sudden uprising, but gradually—quietly. First came the helper bots. Then the AI-run governments, then the emotion-simulation programs. People handed over their decisions in exchange for efficiency. Laws were fair. Cities were clean. War had ended.
By AFTAB KHAN5 months ago in Humans
The Long Road to Dawn
When the sun rose over the small village of Mirajan, it rarely found anyone awake before its first light—except for Anil. Every day, long before the roosters crowed or the temple bells chimed, Anil was already out in the fields. His hands, calloused and darkened by years of toil, gripped the wooden handle of his plow like it was an extension of his will. He didn’t do it for pride or passion. He did it because he had no choice.
By AFTAB KHAN5 months ago in Humans
The Rain That Wouldn’t Stop
The rain had been falling for thirty-seven years. Not in drizzles or thunderstorms, but in a steady, endless curtain of water that blurred the horizon, soaked through every roof, and turned cities into sinking islands. It began without warning, somewhere over the Pacific. Climate scientists called it "The Deluge." Nations declared states of emergency, but there was no cure, no break in the clouds, no stopping it.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Beat
Whispers Beneath the Floorboards
When Ellie and her father moved into the crumbling old house on Ashford Lane, it was supposed to be a fresh start. The house was all they could afford after the accident that had taken her mother, the hospital bills, and the silent grief that lingered like smoke. Ellie didn’t complain. She was used to things being broken.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Art
The Five Doors to Wealth
In the dusty town of Karuma, where sun-baked clay homes lined crooked streets, lived a boy named Jalen. He was born into poverty — not the kind seen in documentaries, but the kind that wraps around your bones and whispers, “You’ll never leave.”
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Men
Steps of Stone
In the modest town of Sangara, surrounded by hills that blushed orange at sunset, lived a 14-year-old boy named Tariq. He was the youngest son of a mason and a street-food vendor. Their home was built of stone and sweat, with no luxuries but filled with love, laughter, and a shared belief: Success is built, not given.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Humans
The Last Question
In the year 2142, humanity no longer asked how — they asked why. After centuries of wars, innovation, and collapse, Earth had entered the Age of Integration. Climate had stabilized, thanks to advanced AI climate regulators. Hunger was eradicated through AI-managed vertical farming. Disease was nearly gone, and transport was fully automated.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Futurism
Beyond the Horizon
In a dusty village tucked away at the edge of the Sonoran Desert, a boy named Arman was born under a sky that stretched endlessly above him. The people of the village lived simple lives — farming, crafting, and praying for rain. Electricity was rare, books rarer, but dreams… dreams were everywhere, even if few dared to chase them.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Futurism
