Without answering her question, Zayn looked around the full room. There were cousins, aunts, uncles and a few people he wasn't familiar with and they all had smiles on their faces.

Smiles that didn't quite reach some of their eyes.

But he walked forward and greeted the elders. Hugs and exchange of pleasantries rang out in the room.

"We kept probing Shaquille to know where he kept you all these years," one of his uncles commented.

"Yes," Another nodded in agreement. "We couldn't be too sure he hasn't sent you abroad for another secret training."

Then the man sighed and added,"If only my son was as good as you." He casted a dissatisfied look at a young man who was standing between a bevy of ladies.

Zayn couldn't be bothered to answer. He simply smiled and moved on to the other relatives he wanted to greet.

His steps faltered slightly as he walked to the last group of people. A young man with similar, identical physical features to him stood beside an extravagantly dressed