His Redemption

CHAPTER 17

ANWAR'S POV.

He doesn't answer me instead he asks his own question "Dad... when can I meet my mommy?", Ayaan asks innocently as he move his eyes around the room not wanting to look at me.

I keep staring at Ayaan, unprepared to answer him. Of course I knew soon or later he'll ask about his mom. The problem is how do I tell a eleven year old kid that the mother he knows and loves is not his actual mother and how do I tell her that the said mother is dead.

How do I tell him that eleven almost twelve years ago. A woman with a heart of gold had been wrongfully accused and hurt. And that during her operation an evil woman along with a wicked man had bribed a doctor and took her reproductive egg where the evil woman tricked his father and took his semen along with the innocent woman's egg to get herself pregnant with a child. And that child is him.

Getting up from my kneeling position as I keep on looking at Ayaan who still doesn't want to meet my eyes. I go to seat on the office chair pulling him to sit on my lap with his head resting on my chest, then I start to speak "Ayaan about your mother Humayra, she is..." but before I can finish Ayaan interrupts me "Papa...I know she's dead and she's also not my real mother" he speaks so calmly and when the words he had just spoken starts to register in my mind causing me to pull him out of my lap and seat him on the table so that he can face me.

"Ayaan who told you that Humayra is not your mother and that she's dead?" I ask him forcing him to look at me with my hand under his chin as he kept looking down on his hands.

When his eyes finally meet mine he answers "I heard uncle Bilal and Aziz talking about how mom Humayra betrayed you and what evil things she has done to you and to a woman called nazr... nazrr..." I finished the name for him "Nazreen" since he had trouble spelling it.

"And about mom Humayra not being my mom, she used to tell me every time when you travel for business purposes", he says as soon as I've corrected him and this time he started to blink hard trying not to cry as tears started to gather on his eyes causing my heart to break I pull from the table making sure he lands on my lap as I put his face on my chest.

"buddy did she ever do anything bad to you?" I ask him while petting his hairs. "she used to beat and not let me have food for two to three days... she used to say that, am not her son and that my real mother is whore and that's why you killed her but you also took me in because you felt you had a responsibility towards me and that I was a burden" at this he started crying so hard.

I felt so angry that I wished Humayra was in front of me so that I can torture her in ways that even a psychopath would feel sorry for her. How dare she hurt my child. In all my anger one question kept going through my mind and I voiced it "Ayaan, how come you never told me?". He buries his head on my chest as he quietly answers "She told me not to tell you because you'll also beat me and throw me away"

That witch, how dare she "son look at me ... don't be afraid just look at me" I say to him in a soothing voice while pulling him from my chest forcing him to look at me.

As he looks at me with tears on his eyes and some running on his cheeks I move my hand over his face and wipe his tears away. "You are my brave and strong son. If anyone ever mistreats you again come tell me. Don't hide it, I love you my boy and I will never ever hurt you or take you away." I say to him while looking into his innocent bluish-green eyes making sure that he sees all the love I have for him and that I mean what I say.

He suddenly moves and hugs me with his face buried in my shoulders as his hands wrap around my neck and I too encircle my hand around his tiny body.

"Dad.... don't worry i trust you and I love you too and I also know that my real mom is not a whore and I also know that you love her so much" he says as his voice comes out muffled on my shoulder.

"How do you know that?" I ask him, "I know because the maids and the chef tells me stories about my real mother, they tell me how kind, wonderful and amazing she is but also whenever I sleep with you, you always say her name in you sleep pap" he innocently answers and then he pulls away from the hug and seats on the table looking straight at me and he innocently adds "that's why I want to meet my real mother".

"Don't worry, you'll meet her soon" I promise him, looking straight into his eyes. I make a vow to heal Nazreen, to bring her back into my life but also I vow that my son will no longer keep on living without his real mother.

Nazreen... my sweet Nazzy, be prepared am coming and this time I won't let anyone come between us. I will make sure I heal you with my love, I'll do whatever you want as this time am your slave. Leaving you is not something that am planning to do.