"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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Yesterday she expressed her love to me, and today I have decided that I will tell her the truth. I will confess to her that I lied about believing in Allah, that I drink alcohol, smoke cigarettes. I don't want to lose her, I love her deeply and passionately. She holds great importance in my life, and I don't want to lose her under any circumstances.
"Beta, the tea will get cold, why don't you drink it?" Abbu asked, noticing me holding the tea cup without drinking.
"Who are you lost in thoughts about, Aziz?" Abbu asked, repeating the same question as last time.
I just smiled in response. I wanted to say, 'Lost in thoughts of my Mehbooba,' but I couldn't.
Today, we all sat together, having our evening tea, as Tamir and Rasha are leaving tomorrow. So Ammi commanded on us being together today.
I took a sip, but the taste feels different now. Because the tea which I drank last time, was more delicious when Uns came to see me, why was that tea so delicious? Was it because she brought it for me?
How's the tea, Aziz?" Ammi asked.
"It's good, but it doesn't taste the same as that day, Ammi," I said calmly.
