Unexpectedly

19 | Khwabpur

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Aisha

FLASHBACK TO DECADES AGO

**MATURE SCENES!**

In our beautiful flat in Islamabad, our bare bodies lay tangled under the duvet, our heated skin not even being cooled by the air-conditioning of the room.

My head was pressed against his chest, and I tilted it slightly to look up at Farid. "Thanu kaday kar yaad aanda ay?"

*"Do you ever miss home?"

He had his arm around me, and he pressed his lips against my forehead before he spoke, "Tenu ais wailay kar yaad aareya ay?"

*"Are you missing home at this time?"

I pressed my hand against his chest, amidst the light dusting of chest hair. Then I moved it down to his stomach. My doctor husband kept himself fit, not compromising on exercising. "Kaday kadar main sochni'aan ke sadi zindagi kaisi hundi agar asi Khwabpur wich rehnde."

*"Sometimes I think what our life would have been like if we lived in Khwabpur."

"Agar assi uthay hunde te tera veya Maqsood nal hogaya hunda." His grip on me tightened at those words.

*"If we were still there, you would have been married to Maqsood."

I sat up, my hair acting like a drape over my rising and falling chest. "O mera khayal na rakhda. O hamesha menu kehnda si ke main pagal aan; main khayalan di duniya'ch rehni aan."

*"He would not have taken care of me. He always used to say that I was crazy; that I lived in a world of fantasy." 

He lightly pulled me by the arm, making me lie back down beside him again. Finally, I felt the coolness of the air-conditioning and I pulled the duvet over myself, while pressing my body against his, searching for warmth. "Aisha, tu wakayi rehndi ay khwaban di duniya'ch. Par mera irada ay ke tere zyada to zyada khwaban noun pura karan, na ke tera mazaq udawan. In Sha Allah." 

*"Aisha, you really do live in a world of fantasies. But my intention is to fulfil as many of your dreams as possible, and not to make fun of you [for being like that]."

I kissed his chest, smiling.

"Assi jithay wi rahiye, Aisha, menu farak nai pehnda. Bas tu mere naal honway." 

*"No matter where we live, Aisha, it makes no difference to me. As long as you're with me."

We lay in silence for a while, holding onto each other, just enjoying being in each other's company. 

"Sachi dassan, Aisha. Menu aini saal hogaye ne Khwabpur chaday, ke menu hunn yaad nai aandi kar di." He folded his other arm under his head.

*"I'll be honest, Aisha. I've left Khwabpur so many years ago that I don't miss home now."

"Dil wi nai karda othay jaan da?" I whispered.

*"You don't even feel like going there?"

"Meri maa hai uthay, meri zimaydari. Bas onhan layi jaana pehnda ay..." 

*"My mother is there, my responsibility. I only have to go there for her."

"Aur agar main chali gayi uthay kuch arsay layi? Lubna noun milan? Apne Maa Piyan noun douron takan?" I teased him.