"when you regret truly with all your being, god gifts you another chance to correct the wrong - sulaymaan."

"Where's Silk, Kat?"

Dandelion questioned her sister, running down the spread out spiral staircase fixated in the middle of the spacious living room.

"Not sure. What happened?"

Kat retorted, twisting her neck to face Dandelion on the end of the staircase.

"Mama's on the door."

She answered with a sigh.

"And where's Jazz?"

"Jazz is playing with Silk."

Kat answered, getting back to her initial position and sinking into the soft couch.

"Wait! That's where he is then!"

Dandelion grabbed a pillow from the arm of the couch, hurled it at her sister and ran along the living room, swung open the wide metallic doors and headed to the large lawn.

The pet name 'silk' that the little girls regarded their brother with had raised quite some heads and acknowledged a lot of giggles, nonetheless, they were confident there was no better name possible.

Considering he had rather unbelievable hair. Very silky at touch and bouncy.

Although the mansion was the product of inheritance from the royal clan, it served several purposes than just being a roof over their heads.

More so, it was just a simplified way of shutting oneself down in the outskirts of the capital city of Riyadh were the reporters and media didn't fancy harassing their privacy.

Dandelion - on the other hand - walked through the warm afternoon, holding up her floor length floral gown. Her strawberry blonde plait kept bouncing on her back as she trudged across the large backyard, searching for her siblings.

It has raised quite some speculation from the Queen when the triplets had sat down on the dinner table in their pajamas on fine summer night. According to her principles, a child would never stick to the royal etiquettes unless it was forced upon them. Children tend to be rebellious and often are curious about what they are withheld from.

But she knew that they were to be the Queens one day and it was more important than her life that they learn and practice to be worthy of being royal women.

That eventually lead to them being dressed in their flowy, thick and heavy jalabiyas.

"There you guys are."

Dandelion stopped at a small round pink table, neatly arranged with some cupcakes, a pot of teacups, plates and forks. Seated along side each other were the people she was searching for.

"Silk, mama's at the door."

She pulled out a chair and dropped down on it heavily.

Since there was not just one tiny child to have a look on, their eldest brother had made sure he installed specialised door locks that had his and his mother's fingerprint password fitted in. That was the only way the triplets had been kept sealed protectively within the huge walls.

Especially after the havoc the prince and Queen managed to slip through. They had run away hoping to find their "lost bears" in the woods. The Prince immediately ruled it off by stating that they had been exposed to too much of fantasy and needed to be kept in check. Moreover, his seriousness over the incident had left the girls rather shaken up and they themselves chose to be within the limits.

Atleast tried to.

"Finally!"

He stood up, his long legs accidently toppling the small pink seat he was sitting at. His chestnut brown hair was cut short but had messy fringes falling down over his eyes.

"You girls will play without causing any mischief, understand?"

He ordered his little sister, a hand on his hip as he took his time staring at each one of them in the eye. The third one - unfortunately - was busy watching some cartoon so he decided he would let the Queen handle her.

Dandelion and Jazz ducked their heads, mumbling quietly."Yes."

"I don't want any trouble like last time. You guys were literally tearing apart the doll while pulling at her hands. For heaven's sake, it cost a million riyals!"

"We won't do it again ."

Dandelion whispered disappointedly, as she swung her feet across the thick grass.

"You shouldn't either."

He sternly stared at the girls one last time and dashed through the living room, casting a quick glance at Kat who was cuddled up on the sofa, her tiny feet sticking out a little. The Queen had been at the door for a long time.

He reached over to the door and opened it to find his mother standing there, her dark black eyes glistening. She was clad heavily in her abaya and hijaab and trudged her way in.

"Assalaamualaikum mama."

He gave her a side hug and assisted her in taking a seat by Kat's side.

"Walaikumussalaam habibti. What took you so long to open the door?"

She sighed heavily, and pulled her scarf from over her head to reveal her strawberry blonde hair held in a bun with stray strands sticking to her face.

"Ah, sorry about that mama. I was -" he briefly paused to cast a glance at his sisters," - taking care of some business. Tell me how was your walk? Did Hasan keep up with you properly?"

She settled against the couch, stretching her legs.

"Alhumdulillah Alhumdulillah. I wish you were a girl. I would have loved to marry him to you."

His brows raised amusingly.

"Oh yeah? Why didn't you notify me earlier? Should I propose him?"

She shrugged while unbuttoning her abaya.

"Suit yourself."

They broke into a short laugh. Sulaaymaan - as was his good name - wasn't very particular about matters when it came to fulfilling the Queen's wishes. As she shifted her gaze, he kept admiring the curves of her lips, the bluntness of her nose and the dark of her eyes. She lost herself in hearing out some of Kat's most Unbearabke tales with a smile that spoke otherwise.

Out of impulse, he leaned across and softly kissed her cheek.

"I love you mama."

He smiled as widely as he could to genuinely show his appreciation but all she did was squint her eyes at him.

"What did you do? I'm not giving you any pocket money."

"Mama!"

She cracked into laughter and slapped his arms.

"Just kidding my baby. Go ahead and make your mama proud."

"But I'm just going for a ride?"

She shrugged.

"What difference does it make?"

The side of his lips lifted into a crooked grin.

"Sure sure. Assalamualaikum. Will be back soon."

"Not before making me proud though."

He twirled around while running and shot her a thumbs up.

"Got it."

He swung open the wide doors and felt the pricks of the fading sunshine light the marble flooring. His smile gradually diminished as some memories helplessly flashed before his eyes.

Yusra often praised the correlation of the sun and the moon in a unique style; with a brilliant manner. To her the sun represented the light of the early stages of one's life. Childhood. Schooling. Fun. Adventure. And perhaps a little of everything.

That is from where the darkness concurred. The realm of adulthood and it's attachments began. One couldn't cease to move along in life without having to worry about every aspect. Every question. Where life seems to turn into a story of evil portrayal with a hidden backdrop on its stage. Depression, anxiety and stress rule the world and every possibility of pulling through the ordeal seems thin.

However, one mustn't lose hope all together. There comes after every night a beautiful sunshine. After every draught, a relieving rainfall. After every struggle, a deserved rainbow.

The only requirement was to have patience. To have patience to let the sunset and the sunrise happen. To sit back and patiently await the oncoming change. To have hope and be positive about welcoming another day with a smile and a new feel on life.

But he knew that his was a character that wasn't going to acknowledge much of the aspect of patience.

"Prince of Arabia, Assalamualaikum."

He snapped out of his thoughts and just in that instant, an arm snaked around his neck and pulled him into a hug.

"Walaikumusslaaam Hasan."

From behind him he heard another few of his guards walk in. Their steps were synchronized with each others' and to Sulaaymaan that was pleasing. Jet black caps were secured on their heads and rifles along their backs.

"Aw I see that my dear wife is up so early."

Sulaaymaan rolled his eyes, as a pair of hands snaked across his shoulders.

"You heard mama didn't you?"

Hasan shrugged an indifferent shludker, turning his smirky gaze away.

"I'd say yes I did. Were you scolded too much because you wanted to go for a ride on your bike?"

Sulaaymaan attempted to maintain a straight face, a small smile tugging the corners of his lips. He tried to succumb through the thick crowd of guards around him, mocking and teasing his newly acquired gender.

"Want me to join you, dear zawjati?"

Hasan had to say that in his ears and make the others burst out laughing so hard that whatever little frown lines of annoyance had managed to dig in his skin, had now been replaced with a booming laughter.

Hasan kept on pulling his cheeks and hitting his shoulders teasingly, all the while making him crack into unstoppable fits of laughter.

"Boys, let's allow him to leave now. It is quite late already."

Ehteshaam - one of the most bulkiest person in the team one of the royal guard station - had to pipe in to let the others let go of Sulaaymaan.

Although Sulaaymaan was one of the most famous personalities not only on a national level but all around the globe for his politeness and humble behaviour, he still couldn't open up much around anyone. His life was amongst the papers of The Times and the Saudi Gazette. No matter what he did - regardless of how basic it would be - his name would go on the cover pages.

Once he was praised for having eaten with his hands and a whole article went down the next day.

In his life of popularity and fame, the only people he found a family and configurable aura in - those who saw him as a human before the Prince of Arabia - were his guards and a cabinet member who was a fatherly figure to him.

"Sure you are armed? If at all anything happens to you, I swear I'm killing you."

Asif - another one of the mighty guards - stood against the large bike as Sulaaymaan put on his helmet and clasped it tight.

"Asif, man, Wallahi, have not just one but two with me."

"I see...but don't you still think your own personal spies could be better than those tiny guns?"

Sulaaymaan gave him a crooked smile, slapped his back and watched him take a step back and allow him to position himself over the seat.

"Will be back soon. In Shaa Allah. See you all in a little while. Assalamualaikum. Ma'salama."

As he drove along, he wished that the day brought in some brightness in his darkened soul. If only things weren't the way they were, he would have been way better as a human. And probably, wouldn't want to die this bad.

He rode with the bike through the strong afternoon sun, wishing that the sun's heat would melt him down. He passed the buzzing roads, with cars flying busily across the roads.

As he parked his bike in the parking area of the nearest park, he glanced at the empty swings and slides and was amazed at the fact that the park was empty.

Walking into the park, he decided to stroll through the grounds before laying down on his favourite bench under the shade of the date palm.

Pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he trudged through the grass. Walking aimlessly till he reached the railing that marked the end of the park. Sighing heavily he turned around.

Walking wasn't really calming his stressed nerves. So he decided on taking a quick run. Running through the mild hot and humid wind, a lot of the jumbled events in his head started to clear up like a crystal. Allowing him access to his thoughts vividly.

Every single event passed like the breeze as he quickened his pace. And with every passing block, a new burden lifted off his heart. After a whole hour, he slowed down, his lungs burning with exhaustion and his legs trembling with ache.

As he was about to settle down on the patchy grass, he bumped into someone, who let out a shriek before falling down on the ground.

He was so dazed and exhausted , that his vision was blurred with the heat . As he tried to move across what he felt like twelve ladies , his elbow was grasped tightly .

"Where the hell do you think you're going without apologizing ?" The voice yelled , making him agonize in frustration .

He yanked his arm back from the grasp and glared at the figure . She was completely covered , her eyes twinkling under the sun's gaze .

"My friend here did not only fall but also grazed her arm too ." She blocked his path , angrily shooting glares at him .

"Afra , just help me up and - " , Her eyes shot towards the man who was gazing ahead ignoring the two of them like they weren't even there ."I don't even need an apology from a guy like him ." She muttered to herself and stretched her hand to Afra who helped her up .

"You hurt me . Not my friend . I'm not leaving you until you apologize ." Afra demanded , her eyes sparked with anger as she glared at the guy .

"Just get away ." He muttered , his eyes meeting hers for a spilt second . And he stood fazed .

Was he imagining things ?

And she looked away as soon as she saw him gaze at her .

He didn't move back or divert his gaze . Instead he kept staring at her . Some unusual excitement propelling him . He couldn't help the fact that he was staring at her with a blank expression .

"Afra , let's just go ." Inaya glared at the guy , before grabbing her friend's wrist and walking away . "That guy is crazy ."

Nothing was making sense to him . It was all an illusion , his eyes staring at that girl like he had seen a mirage . It was like somebody had slapped him across the face so hard that he wasn't in his own body anymore .

Those eyes . He needed to know the girl .

Afternoon strolling sessions were like a traditional setup that Inaya had brought into both Faaris and Afra's life .

Now don't misunderstand Faaris . He towered easily with his five feet eight inches height besides being strongly built but he still found it difficult to deal with Inaya .Working as an army officer for several years had got him fit and almost resistant to all sorts of environmental conditions .

Except her .

Inaya's best friend - Afra Varghese - was an intelligent and intellectual girl . Probably that's why it had come off as the most shocking news when he had learnt that she was a patient of depression and severe anxiety .

Not that he had ever spent time with her , but just because the only few times he had the opportunity of meeting her , she had turned out to be exciting and funny .

Presently Inaya was walking along the sidewalk maintaining a secured grip around Afra's shoulders . And from whatever little he knew about Afra , one thing that defined her almost too well to be gone unnoticed by even mere strangers was laziness .

It may have been her bad luck that she ended up befriending Inaya . Because even though Inaya wasn't any hot shot fitness trainer , she sure stood out as a health freak . And someone dedicated to being independently capable of handling a bad situation .

And she had already shown her skills a couple of times .

The best example that could be illustrated about Inaya's strength could be her first ever heroic entry in Afra's life . And like Afra referred to her as the abaya abyss , Faaris couldn't agree more .

It so happened that Afra was returning late after a long day at the library . As she passed by a dark alley , two men had pulled her into a corner , trying to abuse her . Luckily for the girl , Inaya had been strolling down the pavement after a heavy dinner . As soon as she had deduced the scenario , Inaya sprung into action .

And knowing how dramatic Afra was , she kept on telling him the story until Faaris had unintentionally memorised it word by word . Afra had made sure to let him know that Inaya had jumped like a shadow on one of the men while hitting the other with her leg . And so was the history of Inaya's heroic self .

"Afra , get up from there right now or I swear I'm going to thrash you with my shoes ."

Faaris stopped and watched with a slight amusement in his eyes , pushing his hands deep into his pockets .

It was an everyday episode and probably the only one he'd never get over . No matter how many times he experienced their same bickering , Faaris loved how authoritative Inaya would act and how childlike Afra would behave .

In the end though , Afra would only be brought back to her right senses after Inaya would throw her shoe on her head . And then they would walk barefoot on the grass holding their shoes in their hands .

Faaris momentarily gaze at Inaya - his wife - and wish to build up memories with her like Afra . If she allowed him to .

Inaya had her fair share of bad things happen to her , but unlike anyone he'd seen before , she wasn't going to let the world bring her down on her knees .

He admired that .

The respect that he had unknowingly built for her in his heart was unwavering . With every new battle that encountered her with a full blown force , she always lashed back with fuller energy and powerful determination .

He kept his distance as they both started throwing leaves at each other . If they weren't the perfect definition of insane , then he didn't know what else could be . He crossed his feet and took a glimpse at his wife .

A wife who wouldn't do more than hate him .

He shook his thoughts away and absent mindedly kicked the small pebbles on the pavement .

When Faaris raised his head up to take a glimpse at the girls a few seconds later , he saw a man bump right into Inaya . He saw her fall to the ground and hurt her elbow . He leaped forward to help her up . The man standing there didn't really make any effort at showing it was his fault . His face was covered with sweat but there was something about the way he was standing . His eyes were droopy and his breath was laboured .

He didn't look very well .

"Where the hell do you think you're going without apologizing ?" Afra yelled , her hand clasped around the man's elbow to prevent him from slipping away .

He tried pulling Afra out of it , but she only glared back at him . That's when realization dawned onto him that Inaya was still on the ground , trying to brush away the dirt from her abaya and scarf . He didn't want to do it but he extended his arm to her anyway . She looked up at his hand a couple of seconds , before quickly looking away .

He curled his palm back , feeling a little offended . He only meant to help her out . But he couldn't blame her for her behaviour .

The man yanked his arm back and Afra glared straight through his breathless figure . He was tall and lean , but Faaris had to acknowledge his hair . It was shiny and thick .

"My friend here did not only fall but also grazed her arm." Afra fired at him who acted casual . "Apologize !"

"Afra just help me up and - ," He followed Inaya's gaze towards the man ,"I don't even need an apology from a man like him ." She spat out , turning to face Afra . She extended her hand and Afra helped her up .

"You hurt me . Not my friend . I am not leaving you until you apologize ." Afra fired , as he snickered .

"Just get away ." He looked up to face her and stood staring at her , with his eyes widened .

Afra started to feel insecure about it as well and before anything more could happen , Faaris nudged Inaya .

"Afra let's just go ." She pulled at her friend's arm . "That guy is crazy ." Inaya huffed .

Faaris could see the distaste Inaya held towards men in general . As much as he meant to side with the girls , he could not help but be bothered by the man's appearance . It felt like he was about to collapse with sunstroke or something . After giving him one last look , Faaris jogged over to join the girls who seemed to have quite an outrageous discussion .

"These days there are no manners in people ." Afra huffed , watching Inaya's elbow which had been grazed against a hard rock .

Inaya waved a hand around , her eyes looking down on the deep slash on her elbow . "Let it be Afra . It's not a big deal ." She pulled her abaya sleeve down .

Faaris was a little worried though . His eyes kept glancing over her soaked abaya sleeve and he knew she was hurt badly . The slash looked deeply cut especially with the amount of blood flowing through .

"I've been hurt much more badly than this ."