I returned to the party and found several people missing. Waraina was already relaxing in her room. Kashan was gone. And so was Bilal.

Bilal. Bilal Siddique. The guy who holds the power to destroy lives. The guy who is the reason why my princess can never be my queen. The guy who made sure the whole royal palace collapses in the fire of his revenge. After all, getting rejected by Princess Waraina and then letting her live peacefully was the last thing he would do.

At times I feel pity on myself. All this time I kept on making sure Waraina stays safe and out of his reach while he targeted Zamaira and still managed to ruin all our lives. I wonder how easy it was for him to convince Zamaira to leave the palace that she didn't even turned to me for consulting, even once?

I am sure Kashan recognized him and that's why he forced Waraina to get back to her room. He definitely is not willing to take chances and let Waraina commit the mistakes we are still paying for.

My princess was innocent. She has always been innocent. She was the sweetest lady anyone could ever find. I miss her. I actually miss the old her. The new one hardly cares to speak that way. I miss her cute little laugh after every single sentence. I miss how she searched for positivity in every situation. I miss her sweet melodious voice. I miss spending time with her. I miss the days when she used to teach us shooting. She was a champion. Yet, she was forced to leave.

I don't know how am I ever going to reunite the Raza sisters. None of them is capable of even fighting a single situation without the help of the other. And frankly, if this weird phase continues, I might lose interest in life too.

"Kaif..?" I turned around to find Kashan calling out for me.

"Hey." I smiled. I genuinely smiled. Faking anything was never my cup of tea.

"Bilal is here. He got motives. And this time..." Kashan paused in between his sentence. He sniffed my coat leaning a bit and then pulled himself back.

"You met her." he said. So it's true. He can actually sense her presence through her smell.

"Yes. She was here, outside the palace." I tried to help him register the news.

"Strange, she would never leave from the door." he said.

"Why do you always forget my name?" I smirked as he gave a faint laugh.

"It's going to be horrible. Bilal and Zamaira... What if Zamaira is still under his influence?" he asked triggering the most painful nerve I had.

"I'll get her out of there. We just need to make sure he stays away from Waraina." I suggested. I knew Zamaira would listen to me, but Waraina won't. Even she has a revenge pending from Bilal.

"Waraina. Weird girl. Even if somebody ends up understanding women completely, they'll need a separate research center for Waraina." he sighed. His thought actually made sense.

Waraina is like the only piece of lemon cake that tastes both, sweet and sour at the same time. It's impossible to get to a conclusion when you're talking about Waraina. And it implies to both the princesses. They seem to be a pack, one free with the other. Both are blessed with same looks, resembling voices, same tastes and same skills! Everything they do is somehow connected to the other one.

"Kashan, make sure you stay around Waraina even more." I adviced.

He took a look around the room and said, "You better get to that work. I'm supposed to be playing your role here."

He sighed before leaving while I cursed myself for not giving him enough courage to voice up. Everything was so messed up I could hardly even think of solving the situations.

After Zamaira left, our lives were pretty much stuck in a never ending loop. The dream that my dad had seen years back, that wanted me to be the ruler was dying slowly. The dream Kashan had seen to be the best musician was dying slowly. The dream Zamaira had seen to always stand beside her father was somehow already dead. And Waraina... Poor Waraina failed at dreaming too. Her whole life was about being free and being with the people she loved. Though she was surrounded by all that she wanted yet now it was more like forced on her.

I said my Salam to everyone before leaving the Raza Mantion and headed back towards my jeep. It was getting too much for me to handle, and having no one to support was again depressing. I climbed in the driver seat and setting the gears saw something way too unusual. Waraina Raza who was supposed to be watching Netflix right now was standing at her balcony holding a jacket. She was sobbing hugging it.

For once I actually thought of getting her out of that palace and flee, I can't stand her tears.

"Don't even think. Let her have her own piece of heartbreak. It will make her strong." her voice thrilled my ears. I turned my head to 45° and found Zamaira sitting beside me in my jeep, drinking a soft drink.

"What the... What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Watching you cry over my sister's tears, and you?" she teased.

"I thought you left." I said starting my jeep.

"Yes, I did. But then I needed a friend. And also, I had no intentions of returning without seeing dad." she said sipping the soft drink.

"Well now you are returning and Raza uncle is still not in your sight." I sighed as I drove both of us out of the main gate of the palace.

"What the hell? I thought you'd help me." she ranted.

"Yes, I'm helping you. See, getting you out of trouble." I laughed.

She made several annoying faces and kept on ranting about how much she hated me for doing this to her. I was too busy thinking about the jacket Waraina was holding anyway.

"What's wrong? I'm talking to you."  she scolded me.

"Why did you leave?" I asked all of a sudden shutting up her mouth.