Welding Sikhe

Jim is a healthy youth who has just graduated from the ordinary local university in his city. With his degree in his hand, he started searching for jobs in the city. Even though his tries to get job were mostly met with rejections he never lost hope and always maintained positive attitude towards life. One morning he was getting ready for an interview in the local company who were hiring freshers, he felt someone hit him on his head before losing consciousness, what he didn't know then was all the people in the world also lost consciousness simultaneously within seconds. When Jim reopened his eyes again, he was sleeping on a hard iron bed fixed to the floor. The room he was in was 10 sq meters built like an iron cage with no windows but just a door on the other side of the room. Just opposite to the bed there was an iron table with multiple drawers which was also welded to the floor making the already cramped room narrower for walking. Jim wobbly woke up from the bed and tried opening the door and found it was locked, and he couldn't open it. Apprehensive about the circumstances he began shouting with fright so someone could hear his voice and open the door for him, but he didn't get any reply. After shouting for an hour, he got tired and sat on the sliding chair fixed to the table next to the bed. Only now he saw a laptop present on the table which was also embedded in it. As soon as he opened the laptop it started immediately, and words started appearing on it. Find out what did Jim see on the screen and his journey

In the blood-soaked shadow of Partition, two nations went to war—and never stopped fighting.** PART I: KASHMIR’S BLOODY DAWN (1947–1948) As the British Empire collapses, India and Pakistan are born in a frenzy of communal slaughter. Trains packed with massacred refugees crisscross Punjab, while in Lahore, **Jawaharlal Nehru** and **Muhammad Ali Jinnah** duel over Kashmir’s fate. When tribal raiders storm Srinagar, the Hindu Maharaja signs away his kingdom to India in exchange for salvation. But Pakistan strikes back—capturing Skardu Fort in a brutal siege and igniting the first war over the Himalayas. Amidst the chaos, a young Sikh farmer, **Kartar Singh**, loses his family to a Muslim mob and joins the Indian Army, vowing revenge. As the UN draws ceasefire lines, Kashmir lies divided, and the seeds of eternal hatred are sown. PART II: CLASH OF TITANS (1965) Eighteen years later, Pakistan launches *Operation Gibraltar*, infiltrating Kashmir to spark rebellion. When India retaliates, full-scale war erupts. In the skies, PAF legend **MM Alam** destroys five Indian jets in 30 seconds—an unmatched feat—while **Squadron Leader Sarfaraz Rafiqui** leads a suicidal raid on Halwara airbase. With guns jammed, Rafiqui stays airborne as a decoy so wingmen **Cecil Chaudhry** and **Younus Hussain** can escape, sacrificing himself to Indian flak. On the ground, **Major Raja Aziz Bhatti** defends Lahore’s BRB Canal for 120 hours without sleep, falling to a sniper’s bullet. As tanks burn at Chawinda and navies clash off Dwarka, both nations claim victory—but the Tashkent Agreement leaves Kashmir still bleeding. PART III: BIRTH OF BANGLADESH (1971) East Pakistan explodes in revolt. After Pakistan’s *Operation Searchlight* massacres Bengalis in Dhaka, India trains the *Mukti Bahini* guerrillas. At sea, Pakistan’s submarine *PNS Ghazi* mysteriously sinks on its own mines while hunting the INS Vikrant, and *PNS Hangor* avenges it by torpedoing the Indian frigate *INS Khukri*. In the skies, trainee pilot **Rashid Minhas** thwarts a hijack by Bengali defector Matiur Rahman, crashing his T-33 rather than let it reach India—earning Pakistan’s only air force Nishan-e-Haider. On the western front, 120 Indian soldiers hold off 3,000 Pakistanis at Longewala using jeep-mounted guns. When Dhaka falls, 93,000 Pakistani POWs surrender—humiliating a nation and birthing Bangladesh. PART IV: FROZEN CONFLICTS (1984–1999) In the icy hell of Siachen Glacier, India seizes the world’s highest battlefield by stealth. Soldiers freeze solid in their bunkers as Pakistan fuels insurgency in Kashmir. After Indira Gandhi is assassinated by her Sikh bodyguards and her son Rajiv falls to a Tamil bomb, nuclear tests in 1998 push the rivals to the brink. Then, in 1999, Pakistan infiltrates troops disguised as militants into Kargil’s peaks. **Captain Karnal Sher Khan**, the “Tiger of Tiger Hill,” decimates Indian assaults until an artillery shell tears him apart. **Lalak Jan**, a Pakistani soldier, fights alone for 24 hours with a machine gun, killing 12 Gurkhas before succumbing. When India storms Tiger Hill at point-blank range and the U.S. forces Pakistan’s retreat, soldiers are abandoned on the mountains—their bodies rotting in no-man’s-land. As General Musharraf seizes power in Islamabad, the war ends unresolved, leaving behind frozen graves and a question: *Will the next war go nuclear?*

She wants the crown and she wants love. Rheda is a free-spirited girl brought up by strict parents who have always taught her to behave and play by the rules, to be an ideal princess that obeys the customs, she dreams of living a life free to make her own choices and free of the absurd constraints of her kingdom. she envisions these dreams coming to life when she meets a dashing young man who cares deeply for her and always runs to her rescue. Her dream is a society where women are not restricted and limited to being homemakers alone but live in a society where women's opinions matter and are trusted to make reasonable decisions for themselves and their society and allowed to take up important leadership positions, and not hide behind her husband unable to express herself. Rheda turns rebel to prove her ideologies but is constantly shunned. Not until her dreams are shattered by constant betrayal filling her with contempt and anger, she realizes the role power plays and why she must wield it, she manipulates her way to the top eliminating anyone who challenges her, will she ever learn to love again and forgive?  Will she ever realize her dream to rule and live a life full of love? Or is it true that power and love cannot coexist, can a reigning monarch not weld power, avoid betrayals, and fake supporters, and be surrounded by those whose love is true, or does the crown only attract vipers? To wield power must she constantly betray and be betrayed?

MY EX_HUSBAND WANTS ME BACK... SHOULD I GO ? There was a cruel man in UMUEZE COMPOUND ABIS STATE. We both got married in the years 2000 . Our wedding took place at Saint John Angelica Church Abia dated on the 15th of April, 2000. The wedding was blessed with four beautiful and handsome boys and girls Mr Ikechukwu my welded husband wants me to return to the toxic and frustrating marriage which l have already escaped and found peace of mind where l was since he rejected me to pack out of his house.. "Why now '? he came to apologize. I could remember when both of us had covenant of blood in the presence of the ( old baba ) herbalist, we scored though l was forced to swear, it doesn't came from my mind. is there anything wrong with him ? why is he looking for me ?

In the world of Solara there is a boy name Crimson Von Dragonheart, a direct descendant of the legendary and strongest swordsman to ever exist; Alaric Von Dragonheart. the patriarch of the Dragonheart household, and father of 12 Kids. and have five wives from different families and are strong in their own rights. including the kids as well, but the difference is….. Crimson Von Dragonheart the 12th child is the weakest of all of the other children. as this family Motto thats constantly draped over his shoulders “ the Strong Strives, the Weak dies “. scorn by his brothers and sisters due to being weak, and disliked from the 4 wives due to his mother being a commoner. constantly put down both from social status, and having no strength to fight back. since what’s used of my self when comes to fighting demons? nothing. that’s not the worst part…… “ I can’t weld Aura nor Mana?… “ Crimson asked in a weak voice as he stood above the orb in front of him, as sweat drip down from his face as he felt pressure be press down on his shoulders.

"Welding Dreams in Uncertain Times" is a poignant tale of one man’s fight to reclaim his purpose in a rapidly changing world. Set against the vibrant backdrop of Ahmedabad, this story explores themes of perseverance, adaptation, and the enduring spirit of those who refuse to give up.

Eighteen-year-old Selena King is ready for her high school graduation. Cap and gown? Check. Diploma? Check. Mythical chimera setting the stage aflame? Check-wait, what? Rescued by a lightning-welding demigod, Selena can't comprehend everything that just happened. Her wounds from the attack heal in record time, and there is no evidence left behind, save her blood drenched gown. Selena is introduced to Major, a Marked demigod who possesses the power of his patron god, dedicated to protecting Olympus, with an annoying god complex(no pun intended). Selena is pulled into Major's world when her parents disappear and another not-so-mythical monster hunts her down. But why would monsters be interested in ordinary mortals like the King family? Selena must uncover the dangerous secrets hidden within her family's lineage, secrets that may pose a greater threat than any enemy they face. *** Updates Every Tuesday and Friday at 730pm EST

Natasha Snow is the newest member of the monster slayer guild in Ledyanoye Tsarstvo, but after her father death, Natasha is a one in a million, who can weld the power from her fallen foes, with this power, Natasha can change the fate not only for Ledyanoye Tsarstvo, but across the world.

Ava Blanton was a condemned criminal, later the unwitting vessel for a botched transmigration that had left her consciousness welded with fragmented memories of an unknown Earth woman. Their minds imperfectly combined, Ava battled an identity crisis. Emotions, desires, and experiences that were both native and foreign flitted through her mind. Torn between two imperfect lives, Ava faced higher states of psychological turmoil in which she couldn't quite be sure where one self ended and another started.

In a realm where ancient pacts shape destinies and the boundary between mortal and divine is perilously thin, the death of Evayne’s husband shatters her world beyond recognition and ignites a series of events she could never have foreseen. Thrust into the clutches of the God King—the ruthless tyrant who murdered her husband—she is stripped of her dignity and welded like a pawn, unaware that her fate is entwined with forces far older and more dangerous than even the God King.

“There is no right or wrong, only what is and what isn’t.” The hooded figure uttered, the pressure in the air palpable as he sneered, has arms coming together. “And you should not be here. You...are what isn't.” ~~~ The dark ages were at hand and realms grew impatient, the difference between protagonists and antagonists seemed to blur under the flickering flame that lit up their world. There they where, at the mercy of all who were greater. Threats and blessings at all turns and corners, who could tell them apart? Not even the wisest. Some seeded order, order of power, of what should and shouldn’t be. Though this meant nothing to those whom their lives had been suddenly torn apart from perfectly normal to an ethereal hurricane of the unnatural. Maraja was one of these unlucky souls, along with a few other of our growing protagonists. Where she belonged, who she was, none of these made sense anymore after the attack on earth. As would any other eighteen year old, she tried to run away from the truth, to hide behind the realm she had grown up in. She could not. Earth was no place to hold her growing power anymore and she had to leave. Read not only of Maraja, but also of all those who acted as both catalysts and hindrances to a somewhat greater good. Their actions would weld hidden agendas and pride into the grand tapestry surrounding every realm. And in these dark times, there would be a bright light, or so did the prophecy foretell. Yet again trust would hardly survive this ordeal, for it seemed revenge, greed and denial were the whispers of the dark ages.

I am Weld. .... You guys know 'Gamers of the underworld' and 'god of games'? This is also like them, not completely though. It just shares the genre. I am bad with synopsis, as always. ....

In a land of long ago, the soils were untainted by the cruelty of war. Kingdom's stayed in peace, every monarch kept their feet up as the everyday within their land flowed like the fresh waters. Kingdom's that consist of humans, beings that all had their own trade, each kingdom providing unique and exotic goods. But one stuck out, a Kingdom that almost fully exists within the mouth of the large volcano of Vallendrconis. The unpredictable aggression of nature was tamed by the magic that this kingdom held. That magic being far greater than any mage could wish to have. The gift of the ability to shift their weaker and non-magical bodies into that of the graceful and powerful dragons. The kingdom that had fully built on those who weld a dragon morf. The dragon's built their kingdom with the natural magic, the elements. Taming the molten larvar and building a grand Palace within it's mouth. With their power they've built a peace over all kingdom's, their own kingdom acting more as a council. This peace was not ment to last. Within the ancient times, a tradidy struck, a poisoned arrow had hit its target. As the poison took the life of The Queen of Montes, so did the lives of many soldiers. The poison of such a cruel and twisted power could only be brewed from the volcanic flowers of the Draconis kingdom's. The dragon morf kingdom. The King of Montes declared a war that outnumbered the dragons. Banishing them underground where they're cursed to live in the deepest depths like monsters. A gift fell on the Kingdom, a prophecy, declaring "When the war has been scorched from history, when dragon's and human's have grown. A Queen will fight for the blade, who will set foot on the grand Palace again. A King will rebirth their grace and together their new monarch and heritage will forge the blade into peace. Birthing the new empire and a new dawn of time will be born". Nearly over two centuries had past since the great tradidy. The surface having been wiped with any evidence of the dragon morf's existence. And the once great kingdom became a muffled myth, turning into the villians of the old fairy tales. Now the four kingdom's rule over their own land, peace unbalanced and any alliance so easily lost. Princess Shir of the, newer and largest, kingdom of Vallendrconis, was raised. This Princess had been set up to marry the Prince of Montes, the oldest kingdom. Princess Shir knew of Prince Rknom, hearing the tales of how he defended his kingdom against a stampede of trolls, fighting the foul beasts off and protecting his kingdom. Princess Shir also knew the delicate but also unstable relationship between the Vallendrconis kingdom and the Montes kingdom. The two having only recently left a war on a peace treaty, now seeking an alliance. That's where their marriage came in, Princess Shir knows the importance of this ordeal but deep within her heart she knows she's ment for something much greater. She knows that becoming some lonely Queen to a warrior King was not the path set out for her but could she abandon her duties on a hunch? Or will she have to forfill her duties and marry this Prince for the sake of her kingdom's alliance? Further down into the earth, a fallen kingdom scrambled like rats. The once proud and noble kingdom having lost any grace they had after being banished. Prince Eoviet finding struggling into feeding himself let alone the very few left of his people. In a last attempt he used the old tunnels up before his now twisted and scaleless snout poked into the open air. The first for his kind to see the open world in over two centuries. Now under the mercy of the Princess, he had found himself digging around for any sign of hope for his people. To find the last evidence of his grace within the volcano.

"Shravan. You are here" she asked cheerfully "What the hell are you doing?" "Relaxing! This is amazing. Like having your own shower in a swimming pool. So cool." "Get out of there right now." His icy tone slid off her, his unconcealed disapproval having no apparent effect on her exuberance. "Are you listening to me?" He asked again "I’m just cooling down. Why are you wearing a suit? Why did you change? Aren’t you slightly overdressed for the weather? It’s boiling." "I had a video conference. I was working. Get out of the fountain. Now." "Why? I like it here. And you’re very bad-tempered today. You should cool down" "I’m not asking you again." "Good, because I can’t stand nagging. If you want me out, you’ll have to come and get me." "Drishti" He called out in a warning tone Her fingers skimmed the surface of the water and her eyes met his. Something wicked gleamed there. Reading her mind he breathed in sharply. "Don’t you dare." "Are you going to come in and stop me?" The shower of cold water splattered his hair, his jacket and the front of his shirt, which promptly welded itself to his skin. "Are you crazy? This suit is silk." "Better take it off then, before it’s ruined." He did just that, shrugging the shrugging the jacket from his shoulders in a violent movement and saw her gaze slide to his damp shirt. Drishti let out a low whistle "Nice body hubby. Now why don't you get into the fountain with me" Drishti asked with a wink. ** Meet Shravan Maheswari and Drishti Singhania Shravan Maheswari, born with a silver spoon wanted to make a name of his own. A workaholic by nature ,his sole focus is on his company SM Groups. What will happen when trouble maker Drishti Singhania lands in his life creating chaos all around. Mind you, trouble follows Drishti or Drishti follows trouble? The question is still unanswered. Fall in love with them when these total opposites fall for each other. BOOK 1 IN L&M SERIES STAND ALONE NOVEL

On 14 August 1947 (27th of Ramadan in 1366 of the Islamic Calendar) Pakistan gained independence. India gained independence the following day. Two of the provinces of British India, Punjab and Bengal, were divided along religious lines by the Radcliffe Commission. Lord Mountbatten is alleged to have influenced the Radcliffe Commission to draw the lines in India's favour.[39][40][41] Punjab's mostly Muslim western part went to Pakistan and its mostly Hindu and Sikh eastern part went to India, but there were significant Muslim minorities in Punjab's eastern section and light Hindus and Sikhs minorities living in Punjab's western areas. There was no conception that population transfers would be necessary because of the partitioning. Religious minorities were expected to stay put in the states they found themselves residing in. However, an exception was made for Punjab which did not apply to other provinces.[42][43] Intense communal rioting in the Punjab forced the governments of India and Pakistan to agree to a forced population exchange of Muslim and Hindu/Sikh minorities living in Punjab. After this population exchange only a few thousand low-caste Hindus remained in Pakistani Punjab and only a tiny Muslim population remained in the town of Malerkotla in India's part of Punjab.[44] Political scientist Ishtiaq Ahmed says that although Muslims started the violence in Punjab, by the end of 1947 more Muslims had been killed by Hindus and Sikhs in East Punjab than the number of Hindus and Sikhs who had been killed by Muslims in West Punjab.[45][46][47] Nehru wrote to Gandhi on 22 August that up to then, twice as many Muslims had been killed in East Punjab than Hindus and Sikhs in West Punjab.[48] More than ten million people migrated across the new borders and between 200,000 and 2,000,000[49][50][51][52] people died in the spate of communal violence in the Punjab in what some scholars have described as a 'retributive genocide' between the religions.[53] The Pakistani government claimed that 50,000 Muslim women were abducted and raped by Hindu and Sikh men and similarly the Indian government claimed that Muslims abducted and raped 33,000 Hindu and Sikh women.[54][55][56] The two governments agreed to repatriate abducted women and thousands of Hindu, Sikh and Muslim women were repatriated to their families in the 1950s. The dispute over Kashmir escalated into the first war between India and Pakistan. With the assistance of the United Nations (UN) the war was ended but it became the Kashmir dispute, unresolved as of 2021.

Xavier Knight is a man who owns his own welding business and is tired of being alone and can't seem to catch a break when his friends set him up with a date as horrible as the last, with a stroke of luck he injures his foot to meet a nurse Analeigh who is mutual friends with his who is also tired of being alone with blind date disasters of her own. Will fate finally let them find some happiness that could have been right under their nose this whole time or will it fall apart from the usual society of people who only want you happy on their terms?

An army (from Latin arma "arms, weapons" via Old French armée, "armed" [feminine]), ground force or land force is a fighting force that fights primarily on land. In the broadest sense, it is the land-based military branch, service branch or armed service of a nation or state. It may also include aviation assets by possessing an army aviation component. Within a national military force, the word army may also mean a field army.  Afghan Army soldiers on parade, 1950s In some countries, such as France and China, the term "army", especially in its plural form "armies", has the broader meaning of armed forces as a whole, while retaining the colloquial sense of land forces. To differentiate the colloquial army from the formal concept of military force, the term is qualified, for example in France the land force is called Armée de terre, meaning Land Army, and the air and space force is called Armée de l'Air et de l’Espace, meaning Air and Space Army. The naval force, although not using the term "army", is also included in the broad sense of the term "armies" — thus the French Navy is an integral component of the collective French Armies (French Armed Forces) under the Ministry of the Armies. A similar pattern is seen in China, with the People's Liberation Army (PLA) being the overall military, the land force being the PLA Ground Force, and so forth for the PLA Air Force, the PLA Navy, and other branches.  The Sikh Regiment marching contingent of the Indian Army on parade, 2015 By convention, irregular military is understood in contrast to regular armies which grew slowly from personal bodyguards or elite militia. Regular in this case refers to standardized doctrines, uniforms, organizations, etc. Regular military can also refer to full-time status (standing army), versus reserve or part-time personnel. Other distinctions may separate statutory forces (established under laws such as the National Defence Act), from de facto "non-statutory" forces such as some guerrilla and revolutionary armies. Armies may also be expeditionary (designed for overseas or international deployment) or fencible (designed for – or restricted to – homeland defence).

After graduating from college and unsure of where to go, Zhou Wang accidentally activated the "Game of Life" system while playing a video game, turning his life into easy mode from then on. We can't return to the past, but we can always change the way we live. Growing through indulgence, advancing with a carefree spirit. ... Zhou Wang: "This time, I'll only be the winner."

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Aito Walker was a self-proclaimed martial artist, a criminal, a broken man, and a fishing slave who later became a woodcutter before dying due to his heavy consumption of alcohol.  With thousands of other humans, he is forcefully revived into a boundless grey space by the gods of a foreign world, Iris, to take part in a never-ending war waged against Fearmongers. A race capable of corrupting living beings and inducing fear, even the bravest of warriors cannot resist—when the Fearmongers do not kill them, that is. To bait humans into this conflict, the gods offer the mortals powers in exchange of eternal servitude and the completion of trials before finally entering Iris. Even though Aito doesn't agree with it, he sees in Iris a chance to atone for his past misdeeds, in this fantasy world of swords and magic filled with many races, where everything seems possible. He will pave his own path despite the gods he despises trying to manipulate him into doing their bidding. Aito will start with almost nothing but his wit, a peculiar system, and increased strength—much like other revived humans.  Bearing a sin—he could not, cannot, and will not forget—haunting him to this day, Aito will strive to regain what little honor he has left.  He will suffer and, at times, fail. Taking advantage of his weaknesses, the Fearmongers, demigods, gods, and many others will hinder his path.  But a powerful yearning will keep him from falling apart. An ever-burning flame melting away the despair and welding back the broken pieces of courage.  A single desire.  "I will find redemption no matter the cost." ... ... ... Or not, hun, who knows? The book isn't done yet. Haha— SLAP!  "Who put this guy in the synopsis narration!? Get him out of here and launch the warnings! Now!"  __________________________ WARNINGS: -Discord server: https://discord.gg/VEMy8m2MjX -The MC is human. If you're looking for a perfect MC, you'll only be wasting your time here. However, if you're looking for an MC who will LEARN, GROW because of his flaws. An MC who will try his hardest to overcome adversity, then you're in the right place. - No harems. However, it doesn't mean the characters can't fool around without having love interests. A relationship isn't necessary for people to satisfy their physical desires. - Discord server shared with other authors: https://discord.gg/ZtxAQeHYAj - Update schedule: 6 chap/week. No chap on Sundays. - You will find a few typos, grammatical and wording issues, that’s certain. I'll do my best to bring you guys quality content and such issues will either be nonexistent or extremely few. However, one man can only do so much. If I get enough support, I’ll hire an EDITOR that will look at the chaps with a fresh eye. And POOF! Issues no more. Improved quality. Happier author and reader. Not sure if the editor will be happy tho. - The first three chapters are fast-paced as to quickly get into the nitty-gritty but slow down afterward to give the story the time it needs to progress accordingly. - The book can, never mind, it will contain “strong” language, gore and violence. - Comedy, as you know it (and if you don’t, now you know) is subjective. So you might not like the jokes. - I do not own the cover. If the original owner sees it and is displeased with his work being displayed here, send me a mail: writer.yoanroturier@gmail.com - By the way, if any of you are willing the provide me with an original cover picture, I’ll be really, extremely, immensely thankful. (The possibility of that happening is downright impossible tho.) - If you truly read that until the end you have my virtual congratulations ‘cause I sure as hell wouldn’t have done that.

The world changes with the arrival of the Transformers Civilization. As a result of the Cataclysm, people transform into Motorbots according to the type of car under their name. Some people had cross-country vehicles under their names, some had sports cars, while others had bicycles… Your car determines your fate. Unfortunately for Lin Qing, he transforms into a bicycle. Ten years later, Lin Qing is reborn and transmigrated to the day before the Cataclysm. Determined to change his fate, he buys a heavy truck and welds an eight-meter-long machete to it…

He shall embark on a journey in the infinite realms, welding the powers exclusive to Soulmancy. -------- What to expect: No NTR or anything like that. Lots of fluffy moments, a protagonist with common sense, a harem of demi-human girls, lots of character development, aaaaaand many lewds along the way~. This story will explore multiple worlds of different genres. -------- [Hidden tags] R-18, Milf, Adult, Mature, Harem, Ecchi, Sex, Netori, Cautious Protagonist, Handsome Protagonist, Antihero Protagonist, Selfish Protagonist, Calm Protagonist, Weak to Strong, World Hopping -------- Disclaimer - I don't own the cover. Patreon Link - https://www.patreon.com/Lordheaven

The book is about 14year old girl Belongs to sikh family in India she is youtuber Instagrammer ,student guitarist, singer, Indian music pianist

Hamen yah game khelni sikhni hai kaise sikhe aur Paisa kaise kamae Pakistan Karachi shahar se baat kar rahe hain DDD aapke pass itna Paisa hai to garibon ki madad Karen game khelne ka tarika bataye gggg

My novel draws the reader deep into the life of Inspector Sartaj Singh and into the criminal underworld of Ganesh Gaitonde, the most wanted gangster in India. It is is a story of friendship and betrayal, of terrible violence, of an astonishing modern city and its dark side. Sartaj, one of the very few Sikhs on the Mumbai police force, is used to being identified by his turban, beard and the sharp cut of his trousers. But "the silky Sikh" is now past forty, his marriage is over and his career prospects are on the slide. When Sartaj gets an anonymous tip-off as to the secret hide-out of the legendary boss of G-Company, he's determined that he'll be the one to collect the prize.

We need devlop our world and fight with alien don't need devlop our country mind it we are one nit hindu muslim sikh sai hope you understand first of all we are one

In a world where males are absolutely incapable of becoming magically enhanced, Daniel breaks this rule when he takes over a recently dead body of a street urchin. Due to this Faye breaking move, the world is blessed with the very first magic welding man in history!