The last thing Rohan saw before the screen went black was a new file being created on his desktop:

The screen flickered to life. Grainy. The familiar "HDTS" watermark danced in the corner—a shaky, handheld camera pointed at a cinema screen. People coughed. A shadow walked past the lens. Rohan adjusted his earphones.

Rohan turned. The poster of Azaad on his wall was now a mirror. And inside it, Veer Shergill wasn't a poster anymore. He was walking forward. Out of the paper. Out of the pixelated prison.