Epilogue

Iris's POV

"Shut up Nyaz!" Anny said while sticking out her tongue.

"Why should I? Eh? I got Right to Freedom Of Speech!" Nyaz replied in return.

"Kids kids! Time to go to sleep! C'mon, who's ready for bedtime stories?" I heard Zayn's voice say.

"ME!" Anny and Nyaz shouted in unison.

"Yes! So c'mon! Today, I'll tell you about, uhm, which story do you guys wanna hear?" Zayn asked.

"Uh, the king and the queen!" Anny suggested.

"Nope Annora! Let's hear some real story. Uh, how about your stories? Mum, Dad? How did you meet each other?" Nyaz asked.

"Well my child, if you wanna hear that then be ready, you won't be getting any sleep tonight." Zayn warned.

They both nodded excitedly.

"Well, it all started with a text that wasn't meant to reach me." He began.

*Flashback*

"Happy New Year to you too Zayn." I said and then starting to walk away.

I, my whole face, it felt warm. I felt warm while standing in the snow.

And it wasn't because I was wearing way too much woolens or anything. It was because of the kiss.

I didn't know how to react to it. So I just unconsciously started to walk towards my car. I sat in it when I realized that Zayn was calling my name. But I needed some alone time, some thinking time.

So I switched on the car and started to drive, to anywhere.

After sometime, I switched off my car. I touched my lips. My whole body was still warm. The memory caused me to smile. I shook it off and started walking, thinking about that incident.

I ended up in a cafe that I had never seen before. Before I knew what was happening, something made up of iron hit my head and I lost consciousness. I don't know that how long I was unconscious but when I woke up, I found myself in a room which was definitely not mine.

I was tied to a chair with a couple of ropes and my mouth was covered with some sought of tape. It didn't take me long to realize that I was kidnapped. I tried to get out of the ropes but all my efforts were in vain.

After what seemed like hours, I heard a voice. In fact, five to seven voices. I continued to attempt to break free from the ropes but the ropes, they just kept digging into my skin untill my wrists started to bleed.

The people who were talking soon entered the room with bottles of, most probably, alcohol. They noticed that I regained consciousness.

"There, she's finally awake. Call Zelma and tell her to train this bitch. I want her ready within a day." One of them, who appeared to be the boss with all his leader attitude, said.

Another guy, who honestly resembled Niall a lot but just with the green eyes and a bit of freckles on his face, went and called 'Zelma'.

A little, almost 4'5" tall guy removed the tape that covered my mouth. A big mistake.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHER-" I was cut off by someone slapping me.

Oh you did not.

"Shut up, you bitch." one of them said.

"Ugh, get a life." I replied.

"Shut up or..." He pointed his gun towards my head.

"Man, you're such a...a...mistake. Your birth certificate was probably an apology letter from the hospital to your parents." I retorted. I don't give a flower if you wanna kill me boy. Try me.

He pulled started to press the trigger but his boss stopped him.

Classic.

I was soon freed from the ropes and pushed into a room which was locked from outside. Zelma, who later became a really nice friend of mine, appeared to be not more than 20 years old then.

She told me that the kidnappers were probably involved in some sought of business in which they sold girls. Yes, you read that right, they actually sold humans which was, obviously, illegal. Human Trafficking.

I talked to Zelma for few minutes. She told me that how the kidnappers kidnapped girls of age 16 to 24 and sold them to people. She was there to 'train' the girls before they were sold, not permanently but for few hours or days or weeks or sometimes even months. She also told me that she had been here for four freakin' years!

My Sherlock brain made a very 'Un Sherlocky' plan, not very nicely planned, to escape and later inform the police about this whole thing. We decided to implement it that night itself. No, we didn't dig an underground tunnel with the help of a fork. I just escaped when they were all asleep. They trusted Zelma enough to not tie her at night. But one of them, who guarded all the girls at night, didn't go to sleep. So, according to the plan, we waited till he slept too. Then, as we planned, she untied my ropes and I left.

'Nothing can improve this generation. They are so ignorant towards their duties!' I thought.

I was soon freed and ran away. We were kept in a mill which was no longer in use. I ran for as long as I could, which was apparently less than a minute because, well, I cannot run for my life. I am extremely unfit.

I saw a car passing by and started to jump like a chimpanzee. The driver looked horrified at first but soon, he realized that I was just a human, like him. Though he was wrong but shhh, don't tell him.

He was a little guy of about the age 19 or 20. He had brown, extremely curly hair and a nice pair of blue-green eyes. I explained him about what was happening in the mill and practically begged him to drive to the nearest police station.

My phone, well, they took it before they tied me. Anyways, it's battery was dead so it would have been nothing more than a very costly piece of plastic.

So he drove me to the police station and I thanked him and quickly walked inside. Though till this day, I wish I asked his name. Curiosity kills me every second of the day.

So, back to the topic, I told the police about the whole incident and soon, with my help, they reached that mill. They held the kidnappers or say, inhumane creatures. And finally, each and every girl was freed and we were promised that the kidnappers would get the worst possible punishment for their inhumane crime.

When I reached home and told mum, dad and Eric about my adventurous adventures, mum felt terrified. She begged dad to move to some other city as she felt insecure. And my dad, well, let's say that he didn't deny it. Before the new year's sun rose, we were in a new city. Dad, mom, Eric and I.

I lost Zayn's contact number with that phone of mine. I asked Mr. Sans to shift me to some other branch which was closer to the city in which I lived. And he, being the amazing boss he is, accepted my request.

But I didn't see Zayn after that. Two years, for two long years, I was left with just the memory of the feeling, the electricity I felt when his lips touched mine.

I made up my mind that he would've forgotten me because of his, well, fame. If you wished to live in a European country then you had to like Zayn, he turned that famous! And one day, I luckily had the chance to go to one of his concerts. The tickets were just out and I, without a second thought, brought them while I was browsing through some songs.

I longed to see his eyes and hear his voice. And that massive day turned out to be his birthday. I went to the concert on 12th of January, 2019. And there, I saw him. My heart felt happy after two years.

I wasn't an obsessed fan but still, I had memories with him. I remember, he wore black skinny jeans and a black shirt with blue and black jacket. I stared at him, observed him. He didn't change, or maybe he did.

That's when he met my eye and I knew he didn't change.

Zayn's POV

"I saw her and instantly froze. I couldn't sing. I felt paralyzed. We made eye contact and it was like a time machine, I felt two years young. I felt happy. I finally achieved what I wanted to. I found her." I continued the story.

Anny and Ni continued to listen carefully.

*Flashback*

After I recovered from the shock, I smiled at her. And she smiled back. I expected her to move on, forget me, and probably, hate me, but she didn't.

It was my birthday and she, she presented me the best gift that anyone could.

I walked off the stage. People were confused, some were even angry.

I didn't get into a relationship after her. I knew that I couldn't find anyone more perfect than her.

I asked my manger to call her backstage and he did so.

We met again, she told me that she wasn't angry that day when she met me, she was just acting and she even told me that she was going to apologize for troubling me. She explained me that what all happened the past two years in her life. What caused her to move away from Bradford. I felt guilty, for not being there when she needed me, for being such a dumb friend, for not following her. I could've saved all the struggle she went through that day.

But whatever happens, it happens for the good. Many girls were saved that day for some monsters.

I apologized to her. She accepted the apology even though, at some point, I might've thought that she would say 'No Zayn, it wasn't your fault.'. But honestly, that wouldn't have been like her.

So, after an hour, I went back to the stage, apologized to the audience and asked her to come to the stage. She hesitated a bit at first but then, I gave her a stern look. She held her hands up in surrender making me grin like an idiot.

At that moment, I knew, it was then or never. So, then and there, I proposed to her.

And she said, well, any guesses?

Yep, she said yes.

Even the media, the people, everyone accepted our relationship. I mean, they had to. Her eyes were too beautiful for anyone to deny.

I sang a couple of songs for the audience afterwards and then proceeded towards the backstage with her.

I told her about my life in those two years. For an year, I taught English in a university which was one of my dreams. I got a PhD in English from the University of Cambridge. And then later, returned to my hobby of singing.

*Flashback end*

Now, we have two kids, Nyaz Bennett Malik, nicknamed, Ni, 10 years old and Annora Naomi Malik, nicknamed, Anny, 6 years old.

Anny is my female form. Literally, she got my eyes and my facial features and Ni, well, he's his mama's boy. He's like Iris, blue eyed, blonde haired and well, beautiful.

I still find it funny that you named one of your children with a name which is backwards of your name. I would never do that.

Boy, you are me. If I did, then you did too. And she insisted upon it.

But still, it's funny.

So is your life.

Someone is forgetting that that someone and I are one.

Ugh, shut up.

Anyways, as I was saying, or well, thinking before someone intruded very rudely. Now, She, Anny, Nyaz and I are living together.

If you haven't figured out by now, 'She' is not Iris Rose Fall. (Yes! I figured out her full name. Though it took a lot of effort.)

'She' is my Princess, Iris Rose Malik.

"And that, kids, is how I met your mother." I finished.

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THE END. (really)

OMFG I'LL START CRYING. NO WAIT, I AM CRYING.

Man, what will be my life after this book? This is my life. Ugh, I'm gonna miss writing this book.

Anyways, thanks for reading this book and for being with me for such a long time. Thanks for taking this book to such a high position! Love you guys!

Btw, HAPPY BIRTHDAY @zayn !

Live a long and happy life. This chapter, heck, this book is dedicated to you! Love you man.

Agh, I'm feeling too many feelings right now. Ah, this will be the last time I'll be writing this. Here goes nothing -

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Tiny update? This is one of the most amazing things I have ever written and even though I have been busy as hell with my college, I still read some comments whenever I can, and I can't convey in words how happy each and every comment makes me. It literally makes me feel special that someone actually read this book that I wrote like 4 years ago, when I was so young (not that I am old now XD). But honestly, looking back, I am really glad I wrote this book. Thank you so so so much for reading! Hope you had a good time ;)