After pouring my heartfelt emotions into holding my parents, I remained with them, pretending Zaviyaar didn’t exist for me until dinner time.

Unwillingly, I sat with him, bearing the rage inside me. My parents were delighted for me while I was only resenting the man they considered my prince.

As we were having dinner, Mother spoke up sweetly, “We are here to talk about something important, my dear.”

“Yes?” I asked innocently.

“Aalifa, we know what happened. That you guys are in love. Trust me, I just want to see you guys happy but…” Papa started this time, taking a pause with slight vexation.

“But?”

“But I am sorry but...