A Second Chance.

Chapter 25.

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Sila.

"What you want to wear?" I asked, holding a white v-neck and gray button shirt. Arsalan look at the shirt confused before pointing to the white shirt. I nodded and put gray shirt back. I walk over the bed where Arsalan was sitting wearing a pair of dark jeans. I smiled slightly as he holds his arms up and I pass it from his little arms and then pulled down to his head. I straighten it and patted his shoulder. He quickly climbs down on his bed and walk over to then wall length mirror. He looks at himself frowning and turned to side before shaking his head.

"I don't like this one. I want to wear that gray shirt." He says stubbornly crossing his arms making me sigh. This is the 3 times he do this to me. Before this shirt, he tried red T-shirt, blue button shirt with a brown jacket and now this white V-neck he tried and he didn't like it.

"You sure because after that I am not going to change it. Okay?" I looked at him sternly. He pout and nodded quickly. I walk back to his closet and pulled out the gray button shirt before changing his shirt again.

"This is good." Arsalan smiled happily looking at himself in the mirror. I smiled softly and kneel down to his eye level. I bring the black jacket from behind me and make him wear it.

"Now you look perfect." I said and smiled when he wrapped his small arms around my neck. I chuckle and carefully stood up. My legs are still in pain and I have to be careful while walking on stairs. We walk in Hussyan room and saw him standing by his bed with phone in his hand.

"Dad." Arsalan call Hussyan from my arms and smiled when Hussyan look at him. I raised my eyebrow in surprised as I saw both of them almost wearing same clothes. The only difference is that Hussyan is wearing a plain gray T-shirt while Arsalan was wearing button up. Both wear dark jeans and jacket. Both hairs were set on their right side. Both of them wear regular black shoes.

"Ready to go?" Hussyan asked, taking him away from me. I sigh mentally and step back because I know Hussyan didn't like me standing close or next to him. After he comes back from the meeting, he announce that we are going to dinner at someone house. He said we and I don't know if I am included in that we because no matter if we are married Hussyan didn't see me as his wife. I am his wife for everyone, but not for him.

"When you two will be back?" I asked Hussyan quietly as Arsalan run downstairs. I looked at Hussyan and saw him looking at me confused.

"What you mean by you two? You are also coming with us. I want you down in 10 minutes ready." Was all he says before he walk down after Arsalan and left me surprised. A part of me is angry and another was happy. Angry that why didn't he tell me before. Happy because maybe he starts to see me as his wife.

I walk back in Arsalan room and take out my cloths and accessories that Afrah Bhabhi bring for me from home. I quickly change into a black Pakistani dress and wear my hijab after some light makeup to look fresh. I wear some bracelets and rings before stepping into my wedges to walk down. I smiled as I enter in the living room and saw them doing hand wrestling. 

Hussyan was smirking while Arsalan was sweating and putting his all energy to slam his Dad hand on the table. I walk toward them and standing behind Arsalan. I saw as Hussyan got tired and was about to slam Arsalan hand down, but I interrupted him by putting my hand on Arsalan and turn it on the other side. I could feel Hussyan confused gaze on me, but I didn't look at him.

"I win!" Arsalan yelled as we slammed Hussyan hand down. I smiled when Arsalan did a little victory dance then throw his arms around my neck to hug me tightly. I chuckle and hugged him back before looking at Hussyan. He loses, but he was smiling softly Arsalan. His smile disappears when he looked at me and stood before tearing his gaze from me.