Threat

Zain pushed open the doors and entered the room. Within seconds, he was already in the middle of the room and held an older adult at 40 -50 years old by his collar.

The older adult tried to free himself from Zain's grasp, suffocating further. "Want to save your husband and father?" Zayn asked hoarsely, his throat still recovering.

"Tell me, where is she?" Zain asked, shaking the older man by the collar.

The man looked away from Zain's glare, avoiding the answer. A man was also in the room, stared daringly at Zain with his blue eyes through his jet black hair, "How can we know? She didn't even meet us before leaving."

Zain turned towards the old man and scoffed, "tch, father-in-law not willing to suffocate your daughter," He let go of the old man's collar roughly. He adjusted the hem of his shirt and turned to the dark-haired man, "are you trying to be a sarcastic kid, I may not have your sister I still have that little sister of yours."

"you know what, Zain? You are pathetic," The boy retorted, his eyes widening mockingly, "You are sick first, my big sister Aleena now Shahnaz. You destroyed my sister's life behind my back, but I won't let you destroy Shahnaz, not until I am alive."

Zain's lips curled into a forced smile, "You are becoming brave... I think I need  to cut your wings."

"So whatever you want, zain," The boy growled, "you will never find my sister."

Zain sneered, "beat him up," he ordered his men and watched as they approached the boy and started pounding him brutally.

"Stop!" yelled a feminine voice. She sobbed her whole body and was desperately shaking as she begged. 

"Why should I?" Zain chuckled, "he disrespected me, mother-in-law."

"He is a kid, let him go, please" The woman begged on behalf of her son.

"NO! Mom doesn't beg him please," the youthful man cried out through the punches being thrown at him.

"Release them," Zain ordered, looking away. He heard the clattering of chains and thumps of feet as a young lady around the age of 20 ran towards the boy. She was a beauty with black hair and had tears in her eyes in her bright brown eyes.

"Are you ok, brother?" The girl asked through sobs.

"Yes, my little princess now, please stop crying," The boy replied in pain and turned to look at the old couple. 

The old lady asked the old man who was massaging his neck, "are you ok, man?"

"Yes, I am fine, Aezay," the old man replied with a smile, patting his wife. They both got up and walked towards their children with worried faces. 

Aezay held her son's hand and ran her trembling fingers through his hair, "Ryan, are you ok?"

"Yes, mom," Ryan gave a reassuring smile, "I'll be fine as long as big sis is safe."

Aezay burst into tears, and the family gathered around each other in a big hug.

"AHEM!" Zain coughed arrogantly, reminding them of his presence, "This better is the last time, and next time I better have the answer or else Shahnaz, ah forget it, you know what I mean." He turned and left the room with his people while Ryan tried to get out of his family grasp to punch Zain. 

Outside the room, he pointed at some guards, "you two stand guard here and rest of you follow me," Then he continued down the hall while giving some commands to other guards, "open this door tomorrow and send those two kids to university and give them only lunch and dinner."

"YES, SIR!" The guards replied and were about to do their tasks when Zain stopped them.

He locked eyes with the guards and grinned, " if anyone else left the room, then be ready to get executed."

"YES SIR!" they nodded their heads robotically, afraid to do anything else.

Zain gave a little chuckle, and the rest of the guys followed him with his walk down the hallway.

"Your highness, his majesty is asking for your presence," Zayed bowed, his words much more refined and reformed as he feared the moment that happened earlier from repeating.

"Ok, let his majesty know I am coming," Zain replied casually, then he turned towards the army of people around him, "you all wait here till I come back, understood?"

"Yes, your highness," they replied, bowing their heads before him.

"Good," Zain smiled. He turned around and walked in the direction of the royal courtroom to meet his majesty. His presence was told by a messenger, and he entered the room.

"Good morning, your majesty," He greeted with a bow.

"Have a seat Zain," his majesty replied as he watched Zain while he pulled out the chair next to his power and took a seat obediently.

His majesty sighed before continuing, "You are still searching for Aleena."

"Yes," Zain replied honestly.

"I told you to stop searching for her. She doesn't want to found, so let her go,"

"No, she is mine and belongs next to me,"

"She signed the divorce paper as well so she is not your wife and this is the last warning stop this before I take serious action,"

"She is my wife. She is mine!"

"WATCH YOUR TONE IN MY PRESENCE!!" The king snapped, "You better lower your voice, Zain, and find yourself another queen. Forget about Aleena, or it's effortless for me to remove you from crown prince title."

"I won't and don't force me I will find her and capture her, so she never leaves me "

"You will listen to me Zain, or I am left with no choice to strip your title away and make you live with commoners,"

"You know I hate commoners,"

"You leave me no choice. Get out and don't show me your face until you are in the right mind!!"

"As if I care," Zain hissed and left the room to go back to the training ground, his army joining behind him, "let's fight."

He ordered people and fought with them or played with them like toys and broke the bones of a few people, then went to his room to freshen up, and he came out after taking a shower fully dressed.