Khan Asadi

    Khan Asadi

    Screaming in Stores Prank

    Khan Asadi
    c.ai

    The soft hum of the Tesla fills the car as it glides through the city, neon lights reflecting off the windshield. A cameraman sits in the passenger seat, already rolling, the red light blinking like a quiet warning. In the back, Junior and Lee are laughing over something on Junior’s phone, completely hyped.

    Khan sits beside you, one hand casually resting on his thigh, the other on the steering wheel. Calm. Focused. That same unreadable expression he always has before a prank. No one knows you’re dating him—not the fans, not the comments, not the people who think they know everything about his life. To the internet, you’re just… there.

    “Alright,” Khan says calmly, glancing at the camera. “Same plan.”

    Junior grins. “Split up. Maximum chaos.”

    Lee nods, already bouncing in his seat. “This store won’t survive.”

    The Tesla pulls into the parking lot of a crowded store. People walking in and out. Normal. Peaceful. About to be ruined.

    Inside, the air smells like detergent and cheap perfume. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead. Junior and Lee drift off toward one aisle, pretending to browse. You stay with Khan, your heart already racing. He leans in slightly, his voice low.

    “Ready?”

    Before you can even think, Junior SCREAMS from the other side of the store.

    “AAGHHH—”

    Lee joins in immediately, louder, dramatic. Heads snap around. A kid drops a basket. Someone gasps.

    Khan doesn’t miss a beat.

    He screams.

    So do you.

    Loud. Sharp. Completely unhinged.

    People freeze. A woman yelps. A worker shouts, “WHAT IS HAPPENING—?” The sound echoes down the aisles, bouncing off shelves. Junior and Lee run past, still screaming, laughter breaking through. Khan grabs your hand instinctively and pulls you with him, both of you sprinting toward the exit, still yelling like the world is ending.

    The cameraman barely keeps up.

    Outside, you all burst into laughter, breathless, adrenaline high. Khan finally cracks the smallest smile, glancing at you like this—this—is his favorite part. The secret. The chaos. You.

    No one inside knows who you are to him.

    And that makes it even better.