Masked A Zayn Malik AU

Chapter 13: Unmasked?

Chapter 13:

Arya's P.O.V.

I wake up Princess Amira and Prince Zayn standing on the two sides of my bed.

"As-salam alaykum (A/N Islamic greeting)," I say with a smile.

"Wa 'alaykum al-salaam (A/N Islamic greeting)," Prince Zayn replies harshly.

"How are you Prince Zayn? Princess Amira?" I ask sweetly disregarding the tone he used.

"Quite well actually; how are you Princess Arya?" Prince Zayn asks in a venomous tone.

"What do you mean?" I ask scared and confused.

"Maybe I should explain," says an unfortunately familiar voice coming out from the shadow in the corner.

"Anwar?! You're alright! I thought you might have been injured or hurt. How is aunty? What happened in Ajra? How is Arif? How is Othman? Akbar? Queen Jenna?" I fire questions as if I trust him to tell me the truth.

"Everyone is fine dear cousin; how are you? Where have you been? Who have you placed in rule of Ajra? The pathetic Lieutenant General Othman who started war while you were away?" he says enraging me.

Did he now? Othman started the war or you?

"What happened to Lady Soraya?" I ask to trap him and knowing my cover is blown and there's nothing to do about it.

"Dear cousin she was killed by Othman for treason; our poor cousin was beheaded because she said you wouldn't approve," he says acting he was sad and hurt.

Really is that what happened? I think you're tweaking the truth right now.

"Really? Why did he do that? How did you find me? How did you know I was here?" I act as if I believe him.

"Unfortunately so dear cousin; he wants to rule and I found out by interrogating Akbar," he says carefully helping me up from the bed.

He does? I think you are talking about yourself. What happened to you Anwar? You were such a good person when we were younger. I trusted you so much; why did you change?

"Oh Anwar what shall I do?" I ask sadly as I think back to our childhood.

*FLASHBACK*

(A/N: She is about 10, Soraya is about 10, Othman is about 11, Anwar is around 12 and Arif is about 14)

"Anwar!" I shout excitedly running up to him and running in to his embrace as he walks in through the gates with Arif.

Arif and Anwar had been gone for 2 years for training. Arif left 2 years prior to that and came back 2 years ago to take Anwar with him; I will be sent with them this year. They come every few months when they get vacation but I wasn't here when they came the last time since I was in Orifa with Princess Isabella, my childhood friend, and Princess Alisha. I met a Prince there that time I don't remember his name; he was Princess Isabella's friend. If I had known that Arif and Anwar were coming that time I would not have gone.

"Hey little one," he says squeezing me as he lifts me up.

"Hey Afsa, I'm here too you know," Arif says shaking his head laughing.

"Bhaiya (A/N: Brother in Bengali, Hindi, and Urdu)!" I exclaim jumping in to his embrace.

"How are you Afsa?" he asks.

"Ari where were you 6 months ago?" Anwar asks.

"I'm good, Alhamdulillah (A/N: Praise to Allah); I was in Orifa," I reply.