Zayn's POV:

"Zayn, tell me about our family?" She asked me.

The way she quickly accepted us made my heart flutter. We thought it was a boy and that he was dead but no it had been a pretty, strong-willed girl who has travelled half the world to come back to us.

"Our family is big and everyone cares for everyone. You got an elder sisters, Doniya and two younger sisters, Waliyha and Safaa. Being one direction's fan I'm sure you know our parent's name" I grinned.

"I do actually. Yaser and Trisha, right?" She sat up in her seat.

"Yes, you're right" I flicked her nose. It was sharper than mine.

"What was supposed to be my name?" She asked me."What was supposed to be my name?" She asked me.

"I guess it must have been pig" Rahul snorted from the front seat.

A wave of laughter sounded in the car. She slapped Rahul's head hard.

"Come here" I pulled her back. She laid her head on my shoulder.

"Say" She demanded.

"Afra, We planned to call you Afra" I told her.

"So will I be known as Afra from now on?" She asked me curiously.

"I don't know" I shrugged. "I guess time will tell that"

"Zayn, will mum and dad accept me?" She asked quietly.

I lifted her chin to look up at me. "You're their daughter. They'll and you always got me okay?"

She hugged my fore-arm snuggling closer. I patted her head lovingly.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Perrie.

"Who is it?" Diya who was driving asked me.

"Perrie" I replied.

Sheya sat up, "She doesn't know. OMG!"

"Don't worry based on her reaction I'm going to take a decision" I declared and swiped my thumb answering the call.

"Baby?" Her voice flowed in from the phone.

"Hey" I responded.

"Where are you?" She asked. I could sense her scowl.

"A few miles from Bradford. I'm going home, Per" I told her calmly.

"With whom?" She spoke through her teeth.

"Shreya and her friends" I replied. And all hell broke loose.

"So the rumours were true. How the fuck can you do that to me, Zayn? I knew she was a bitch from day one. Wasn't Styles enough to contain her pussy?" Perrie yelled.

That clicked something in me.

"Will you shut the fuck up, Perrie?!" I roared back.

Everybody jumped in their seats and Diya pulled the car over.

"You have no idea what is between us and I'm sure your perverted mind will never think straight. That's the trust you have in me? Is that how much you love me?" I asked her my eyes turning red.

"Zayn?" She whimpered over the line.

"Let's fucking end everything, Perrie. No strings attached." I hung up.

I heavily sighed but I was breathing hard and shaking from the emotions.

"Zayn?" Shreya called from beside me.

"I'm alright. Diya, speed up we're almost there" I told them sitting up plastering a smile.

Diya looked at me through the mirror but wordlessly started the engine. Shreya hugged me from side and I gladly reciprocated it.

"I am sorry" Shreya whispered.

"It's not your fault. I'm glad I got rid of a bitch" I chuckled hoping to lighten the situation.

Shreya squeezed me tighter and stayed in my embrace. Obeying my words Diya sped up and in few minutes I spotted the familiar neighbourhood.

I and Shreya along with the others walked in to the house. My mother greeted us with warmth. She made us sit and offered us drinks. Before she could question I decided to shoot a question.

"Mum, Where's dad?" I asked her.

I've called him. He must be here in a few minutes. Why Zayn?" She asked me back.

"I found something we lost long back, mum" I told her glancing at my little sister who was fiddling with her fingers and didn't look at our mum even once.

"Zayn, quit your riddles." Mum ordered me.

"Hello everyone" My dad walked in right at the moment.

"Dad" I greeted him with a hug.

"Your son is speaking riddles" Mum told from behind.

"Is something bothering you?" He asked me holding me at shoulder length.

"Dad, do you remember an Indian friend you had during mom's third pregnancy?" I asked him.

He dropped his hands down, "Why are you asking about it now?"

"You were cheated, dad" I told him looking down.

"What do you mean, Zayn?" He grumbled.

"That dead baby boy wasn't your son" I looked up at him with tears blurring my vision.

"Zayn, Be clear" Mum came forward.

I began to sob and I could hear Shreya sob too. Mum held me in her embrace.

"Tell me everything that you know, Zayn" She rubbed my back.

"Mum, all those years ago it was not a dead boy but a lively girl. Your Indian friends Mr&Mrs. Sharan abducted her." I summarised.

"How did you know?" She pulled off from the hug with teary eyes.

"I found my little sister, mum" I smiled at her.

"I don't believe it" Dad objected us.

"Mr. Malik, we got proof" Diya stepped forward.

"Can I look at it?" Dad asker her.

"Of course" Diya played a video file in her mobile and handed it over to dad.

It was the video recording of Mr&Mrs. Sharan telling the truth. Mum covered her mouth as a sob escaped. Dad wrapped her in his arms.

"How can she do that to me? She separated me from my daughter all my life" She cried into his chest.

"I am going to sue him" Dad roared.

"Where's she now, Zayn?" Mum broke out of my father's embrace.

"Mum, She's right here" I smiled.

Her eyes reached past me and landed on Shreya. A smile broke on the mother and daughter's face. Mum opened her arms and Shreya ran into her arms hugging mum close. Mum held Shreya's face and peppered kisses.

"My Afra! I'm sorry I lost you" Mum cried.

Shreya hugged mum again. Dad slowly walked towards them. He held Shreya at arm's length and looked at her eyes.

"Trisha, she has your eyes. She is indeed our daughter" Dad smiled pulling Shreya into a protective hug. Shreya sobbed harder.

"Did Sharan take care of you properly?" Dad asked.

Shreya nodded into his chest. Dad sighed and kissed the top of her head.

"Zayn, how did you find her?" Mum asked patting Shreya's back who stayed in Dad's embrace.

"Mum, do you remember the lyricist whom we found online?" I asked her fiddling with my coat.

"The one who eloped from India" She gasped.

"I am here now, princess. I'll never let you go. Your dad is here" He kissed her forehead.

"Yes" Mom sided dad.

Shreya looked at our parents with pride and love. Her lips were curved into a wide smile. She looked genuinely happy.

"Speak something, Shre" I put an arm around her shoulder.

"Mum Dad" She called them.

Mum and Dad hugged her together along with me too. The wound we were nursing was cured. 

"Dad, What's going on?" Doniya asked as she entered.

We broke the hug with smiling faces.

"Zayn, you're home!" Waliyha exclaimed.

Safaa ran towards me and gave me a tight hug.

"Girls, we found a lost sibling of yours" Dad put his arm around Shreya.

"Lost?" Waliyha asked.

"Doni, do you remember Afra?" I held her hand.

"Of course, the name I chose for my baby sister but it was a dead brother" She sighed.

"No, this is Afra" I pointed towards Shreya.

"What?" The three girls screamed together.

"Oh my ladies" Rahul exclaimed closing his ears. We all laughed.

"Long story short. Your sister was exchanged at hospital as a baby and now she's back as an adult that's it" Stephen explained.

"We'll explain the drama later" I promised them.

The rest of the day was spent with my family getting to know Shreya. Diya joined the girls too and their squeals kept getting louder. My family was happy and that was what mattered.