"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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"If you intend to kill me, then do it now, Uns. How will I focus on driving if you do this to me?" I expressed my helplessness to her.
"Didn't you like it?" Uns asked calmly.
"You're talking about liking it? My heart was racing here," I replied, looking at her. There was a strange smile on Uns' face, the kind of smile she gives only when she wants me to do something for her, and I was already preparing myself to fulfill her request.
"Aziz," her voice was exceptionally sweet.
"Yes, begum?" I asked with a smile.
"Look at the sky, do you think it might rain?" Uns asked, looking at the sky through the front mirror.
"It won't rain," I said, looking at her.
"And if it does?" Uns asked, narrowing her eyes slightly.
"Then you win," I said, looking at her.
"And if it doesn't?" came her next question.
"Then too, you win," I said with a smile, looking into her eyes, and a blush appeared on her face.
As soon as I said that, it suddenly started raining.
Seems like even my Allah wants my Uns to win.
"Lets enjoy in the rain?" I offered.
"No," she instantly replied.
"Why begum?" I asked in surprise.
"You'll fall sick, Nader," Uns said with concern.
"I won't," I said, unfastening my seatbelt and trying to convince her. I got out and opened the door for her, and as we held hands, we both leaned against the car and looked up at the sky.
The road was empty, with only a few cars passing by.
"You know, Aziz, I haven't gotten wet in the rain for the past seven years," Uns said, playing with the rainwater in her hands.
"Why?" I asked gently, looking at her.
"Tum, yaad aate the isliye," Uns said, glancing at me briefly before resuming her play with the water in her hand. (Because it reminded me of you).
I just smiled at her response.
"And do you know, Uns, I haven't missed a single rain in the past seven years. I've gotten wet in every rain," I said, looking at her.
"Why?" Uns asked this time.
"Kyun ki baarish mein tum aur bhi yaad aati thi, mujhe," I said, holding her hand. (Because I missed you even more in the rain).
And with in seconds a flood of tears streamed from her eyes.
"If you love me so much, then why don't you express it, Nader?" Uns question left me completely silent.
