A Second Chance.

Chapter 2.

Hussyan.

"Arsalan!" I ran after him, but he just giggle and run faster. I sit on bed, breathing heavily. I shake my head as I saw Arsalan looking at me with a mischievous look. I motion him to come toward me. He slowly come toward me and pout when I glared at him playfully.

"Sorry." He mumble and hold his hand up for me. I smile slightly and pass the sleeves of his button shirt from his hand and make him wear it. I pick up his hair brush and brush his thick black hairs that he got from me and style it at the side.

"Now, be a good boy and wait for daddy downstairs. I will be there soon." I said pecking his cheek. He giggles and run out of room to downstairs.

I sigh heavily and stood up before walking in my room next to this. I changed into a pair of dark jean, blue button shirt and black leather jacket. I style my hairs at the side before slipping my watch. I step in my shoes and grabbed my wallet and car keys before jogging downstairs. I pick up a giggling Arsalan and throw him on my shoulder before running out of the house.

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"Assalam-o-Alaikum everyone" I give my Salam as we enter in the back yard of my parent house. They smiled at me and motioned me to come over. I put Arsalan back on the ground and once his feet were down, he make a run toward his grandparents. I saw Dad pulling him on his laps as Arsalan started to talk about his school and his new friends. I sit next to Mom after pecking her cheek.

"How are you?" She asked once she notice my look. My face was a little pale and there were bags under my eyes. My hairs were long that they come to my shoulders. I have no time to get a haircut.

"I am fine, Mom. How are you guys? Where is Ahmed? Is he still in office?" I asked her trying to change the topic. She sighs and shake her head in disappointment.

"Hussyan, why you always try to ignore this? You know your health is important. If you stay healthy and you could take care of Arsalan. I don't understand why don't you marry again. It has been 2 years to it then why can't you just move on and bring a mother for Arsalan? She will help you handle everything." Mom says what she says every time when I come here. I sigh, thinking of everything. At some place she is right.

"Mom, I already told you I am not ready to move on. I just can't marry and forget about her this easily. I-I love her Mom. She was my everything and no one can take her place in my life." I told her blinking back my tears that gathered in my eyes when I remember the smiling face of my wife.

"I am sorry. I didn't want to make you sad, but I want to see you happy in your life."

"I know Mom. Please give me some more time to ready myself for it. Right now I am busy taking care of Arsalan as you know he don't want to be with anyone else beside me." I remind her. She nodded, looking at Arsalan. When she leave us I call some maid of our house to take care of him, but he refused everyone and yelled them to go away from him. He didn't want anyone but only one person beside me. The person who betrayed me. I will never forgive for what she had done. I just wish I wasn't in depression that time, and then I will make her pay for it.

"Why don't you hire a babysitter for him? Talk to him and I am sure he will agree on it." Mom suggest me. I think about this, she is right. I can't be with him all the time. I have a company to run and he had school. After school, he mostly stays with my parents or my elder sister who is married and has 2 kids. I will talk to him tomorrow and try to convince him for it. I hope he will agree on it.

After talking about different things, we all head inside for dinner. My younger brother Ahmed is now back from office. My elder sister Samia and little sister Maham also enjoy us. After a long time I feel happy with everyone. I wish if Mehwish was here with us then it will be a complete family dinner. When the night has come we all bid our goodbyes and drove back toward my house.

I park the car in the garage and get out. I open back seat and gently pulled out a sleep Arsalan and carefully take him upstairs in his room. After changing his clothes carefully try not to wake him up it is not that he will because he is a heavy sleeper. I gently lay him on the bed and dim the light of his room. I kissed his forehead and stare at his face for a few minutes. He exactly look like her. His face, his eyes, nose, lips everything he get from her. With a soft sigh, I take a step back and walk out of his room.

I open the door of the room that held my past things. I swallow a lump and step inside after switching on the lights. I cough lightly when I feel the dust in the air and inhale some of it. I walk over the box where I put everything of Mehwish. I open it and saw the first thing I saw was our marriage photo. In that picture we were standing in our room with her hands on my shoulder and mine around her waist. She had her head on my left side with her eyes closed and a deep blush. I remember how this photo was taken.

"So my beautiful wife? What do you think about my new room? Ops! Sorry, our room." I smirk when she blush looking away. I chuckle and walked up to her as she stood near the bed. I turned her around to face me. She looked up at me with love in her beautiful green eyes that I never get to see bored.

"You know I decorate this room with my hands only for you." I say wrapping my arms around her waist. She raised her eyebrow in surprised and wrapper her arms around my neck.

"Really?" She asked me. I sigh dramatically and nodded. She chuckle and played with the hairs on my neck. "Then you will get something for that."

"And what is that?" I grinned pulling her close to me. She put her hands on my shoulder and stands on her toes to come on eye level. My breath caught when she look in my brown eyes and smile softly. She leaned in and place her lips on my cheeks for a few seconds before pulling back and leaving me in a shock.

"Aww..." A voice interrupted in our sweet moment. I groaned and look toward the door only to see a smirking Ahmed holding his camera. Mehwish try to hide her face, but failed as Ahmed quickly snap our picture.

"Get out." I yelled when he continue to awed at the picture. He laughed and run of my room saying he will frame his picture for us. I chuckle when I heard Mehwish groaning. I pulled back slightly to look at her face.

"I love you Hussyan." Mehwish whisper, making me smiles softly. I look at the deep love in her eyes. If she wasn't here to support us then we wouldn't be there with each other arms. I mentally noted to thank her.

"I love you too Mehwish." I whisper back before placing my lips on her forehead and wish that time stop right there to let us enjoy this moment.