"Mujhe jhelna mushkil hai nader," she said with a smile while her gaze was fixed on the table.
("It's difficult to tolerate me, Nader")
"Main jhel lunga," I replied.
("I'll manage")
She looked up towards me, then continued.
"Mai khubsurat nahi ho...
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"Anything else do you need, Mr. Nader?"
"Yes," I replied.
To which she asked, "What do you need?"
"You," I replied, still gazing at her.
When I expressed those sentiments to her, expecting a blush or a melting response that someone like Aziz Nader might evoke.
She, being she, didn't react as I expected. Instead of blushing, she shot me a death glare and retorted, "I'm telling you, Nader, you seriously need to see a psychiatrist.
Let them examine your brain first, to see if it's in its proper place or if, by chance, it's located somewhere in your knees."
I couldn't help but laugh at her insult, impressed by her audacity to mock me. Listening to her jabs with a smile, Being absolutely amazed by her.
Now, she sat across from me and said, "Kitne Bhegairat hoon Nader aap? " (How shameless can you be, Nader?)
I'm insulting you, and you're just smiling away. You did the same even in your mansion and here too. Do you always smile like this, or do you genuinely have some mental issues? I can recommend the best psychiatrists. Just let me know if you need their number."
I cleared my throat and said, "Thank you for your suggestion, Ms. Reza, but my sister is already studying psychiatry. And if you think I have mental health issues, then I must say,
I suspect you might have some personality disorder issues too. Just an hour ago, in my mansion, you completely ignored me as if I were nobody, and now you're sitting right in front of me, hurling insults one after another.
What should I make of this? It seems like you might need the psychiatrist more than I do, and I'd be happy to accompany you there myself, Miss Reza," I added, with a mischievous smile playing on my lips.
I could see her expression change, and I sensed she was taken aback by my statement. Straightening her posture, she replied with a cold voice, "You tell me, Nader, how can I talk to a stranger whom I don't even know, especially in front of my parents?
"Am I a stranger to you?" I responded instantly, "Yes, you are, because I don't know you." She said.
I couldn't help but smile at her statement and continued, "Wow, indeed, amazing. You couldn't talk to a stranger in front of your parents, but you can freely converse with that same stranger here.
If I am a stranger, then why on earth are you talking to me?" Anger and disappointment were evident in my tone. She didn't say anything and simply walked away.
After she left the table, reality struck me, and I cursed myself for losing my temper in front of her. Damn it, Aziz, how could you? You're absolutely bhegairat, Aziz.
Instead of calmly listening to her and trying to understand her, you had to let your so called ego take over and taunt her. You're going to ruin the story before it even begins, Aziz.
