3 W I S H E S & 17 D A Y S

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"Whoa." Was all Zahir could utter. He took a step forward, gazing around his surroundings. To his right were carefully placed gold vases and paintings. To his left was rather ordinary items like picture frames and toys.

He strolled steadily towards them, picking up a frame in his hand. The people sitting perfectly in the mirror on velvet cushions implicated they were a royal family; a man and a woman with three children. They all wore embroidered robes and the woman and little girl wore expensive jewelry. They had big smiles plastered on their tanned faces and their light eyes were bright. He put it back on the dust-covered surface of the counter and made his way to a glass box holding diamonds.

"Place your hand into the sensor for it to be scanned." Amanda said and the robotic voice bounced around the room. Zahir reluctantly put his hand into a rectangular hole. It lit up, scanning his arm to match the DNA. Why did his DNA match?

He retrieved his hand and the glass box opened, letting him access to the bowls of diamonds. He takes out the bags he was given and starts filling them up. He goes to each glass box, unlocking them and taking out the jewels and gold until he came to the Lamp of the Genie.

He eyes it, taking in the appearance. It was a simple gold lamp with designs etched on it. Doing what he had been doing with the scanning, the glass box unlatches. He hesitantly places his shaking hands on the lamp, carefully retrieving it. Peering at the writing to take a closer look, he could read the the engraving that spelled Azzam.

"Azzam?" Zahir wondered.

"Yes, it is the Genie's name." Amanda replied without hesitation.

"What's it for?"

"Rub the lamp and find out." She replied.

Zahir paced, thinking it was probably some dumb lamp made out of gold. It couldn't be anything special so he rubbed it, then waited. Nothing happened until he saw steam escaping the cap. What the hell?

"Damn, it's been a while." A voice startled him. It wasn't Amanda's feminine robotic voice. It was much deeper, and kind of husky. It was definitely a male's voice.

Zahir whipped around, staggering back. His heart nearly jumped out his chest as he gawked at the man standing before him. The man's arms were crossed over one another and he gazed at Zahir with confusion with his steely, bright blue eyes. His hair was slicked back, ending right below his jaws and his thin lips were slightly frowned. He was rather tall and lanky, and his figure looming over him made him even more intimidating. His dark green robe cascaded down his body and he took a step forward.

"W-Who the hell are you?" Zahir stuttered, fear lacing his eyes. His voice was shaky and he couldn't take a proper breath of the humid air.

"Quite disrespectful way to greet me since your dumbass summoned me." The genie clicked his tongue. He eyed around the basement of jewels, taking in the low ceiling and vibrant blue lights.

"By rubbing you?"

"Oh God, change the wording, you disgusting pervert." The genie face palmed.

"I mean, rubbing the lamp you dirty-minded freak." Zahir retorted. What was this? There is no way this is possible.

"How do I serve you?" The genie sighed, rolling his ocean eyes. He took out a cigar from his pocket, blowing into the front to light it immediately.

"What do you mean?" Zahir clutched the lamp tightly, taking an inch back.

"The whole ordeal, my boy. Three wishes-- do you not know who I am?" He blows out a puff of smoke into the air.

"Actually no."