As I listened to her, I realized she loved talking to herself about me. The way she insulted me, no one had ever dared to do it.
And she was actually cursing me for not drinking her coffee? "Yeh kaisi zabar dasti hai Uns?" I asked myself.
I was li...
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"Chalo tumhe chudiya dilwa deta hoon," he said as he held my hand and led me towards his car. Opening the car door, I sat in, unable to take my eyes off him.
He wasn't just an ordinary person; he was special, someone who knew every little thing I liked. Closing my eyes, I silently thanked the higher power for bringing me to this person.
As he drove, he occasionally glanced at me, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from him. I didn't want to look anywhere else than him. My eyes only want to see him and my heart yearned to be with him.
I could never confess to him that I had finally fallen in love with him. Woh mere saath hai, wahi kaafi hai, Woh mere pass hai, wahi kaafi hai, aur kuch nahi chahiye. (Just having him beside me was enough; having him close was all I needed, nothing else mattered).
When we stopped the car, before I could open the door, he signaled me to wait and opened it for me instead. Stepping out, I was greeted by the sight of a beautiful market bustling with people shopping and spending time with their families and numerous shops.
While walking, I noticed a shop displaying men's traditional robes (jubbas) and realized Aziz hadn't gotten one yet.
"Let's go and buy a jubba for you, Nader," I said, pointing towards the shop.
"I've already bought a suit," he replied.
"But won't you wear a jubba for Eid prayers?" I asked, exasperated with his absent-mindedness.
"I don't need one, let's just buy bangles for you," he insisted, but I stopped him, holding his hands.
" We are buying it and your wearing it," I asserted firmly, dragging him towards the shop.
"What about this one?" I asked, showing him a blue design.
"It's nothing special," he remarked, glancing around. I showed him another design, but he seemed uninterested in any color.
At this point, I was extremely frustrated with him but I calmed myself, then showed him a beautiful maroon design, convinced that he would like it.
"I will wear the same color as you for Eid," he said, looking at me.
" Bahut hein jyade nakhre hai tumhare, Nader. Now, quietly accept what I'm buying for you," I said, without letting him choose. I selected a white jubba for him, confident it would look great on him.
"Why did you choose white? Are you wearing white?" he asked, seeing the shopkeeper pack his outfit.
"No," I replied.
"Then why white?" he inquired.
"I told you, I will wear the same color as you," He said, completely serious now.
"And I also said you will wear the color I choose," I retorted.
He wasn't shocked by my response, as he was used to my cold demeanor, but I felt satisfied seeing him speechless in front of me.
