Hey (kinda) rival

Last meeting?

The weather was pleasant,neither too cold nor hot because of gentle breeze. Now sitting beside him in the car,I am actually thinking about the 'Indo-pak' thing. What if these two countries would have not separated back then? There wouldn't be much difference in my life at least but I am really thinking what I would be thinking about him if we shared the same country (Confusing much). "Have you ever visited Pakistan?" He asked disturbing the silent atmosphere around us. "Nope! But I want to" I mumbled and he gave me a 'really' look. "I've heard that it's beautiful. I have also seen some pictures of the hilly areas" Pakistan is beautiful! No doubt in that. He nodded takin his attention back towards driving. I looked at him closely and now I kind of agree with my idiotic friends, he is a walking temptation. I should not say that but it's a fact I can't deny. With those deep black orbs,perfect sharp jaw and that dimple which occurs on his left cheek whenever he smile or smirk,he can make any girl drool over him. He must have a lot of female fan following in his country. "Ahem..ahem.." he cleared his throat when I realised I was shamelessly gawking at him. A smirk played on his lips and I turned my face towards the window and smacked my head mentally.google announced that we reached the exact location and the car came to a halt. Why he took me with him when he could take help from google? Duh. He parked his car near the house which called "mumtaaz mahal" woah these old houses name. He ringed the bell but nobody responded "you sure this is the right place" I asked to which he nodded confidently. After somewhat 5 minute,I started getting irritated. Oh god!these mood swings "I don't think someone lives here. Let's not waste our time by waiting here" I mouthed angrily and he gave me a sharp glare to make me shut my mouth. How rude! But wait I am not someone who will listen to him "oh hello! What do you think about yourself? You are not the prime minister or something, you are just a cricketer and that too not from my country so i will not listen to you. GET.THAT.IN.YOUR.MIND and I am leaving, you wait here for your old grandmother" I know it was rude but I cannot handle my mood swings. Sorry! I turned around to go when he got hold of my elbow stopping me and when I was going to protest, we heard the creaking voice of the door which got our attention. The door opened And revealed an old lady who was frowning at us. I straightened myself in awkwardness. "This old grandmother didn't recognise you both. Who are you?" Her voice a little croaky but sarcasm dripped from each word. I literally wanted earth to swallow me right now. I bit my lower lip in embarrassment. "Assalamualaikum! I am rayyan, your sisters grandson" he said and a smile occurs on her face hearing that and she took him in her embrace. A lone tear escaped from her right eye. They parted away and she kissed his forehead before rayyan straighten himself and she looked at me. "Nani this is inaya.my.." he started speaking but got interjected "this old grandmother like her great daughter in law" she came forward cupped my cheeks and made me bend a little to kiss me on forehead. I opened my mouth to say something when rayyan interrupted "she is not your daughter in law nani. She is a friend" these old people and their predictions. We went inside and There were 1 room each side and stairs were going up opposite the main gate. She made us sit in centre of all this on the sofas. "Aziza" she called loudly and sat on the sofa beside us. "How's your mother? The last time I saw her was when your nani died" she said the last part sadly. A girl maybe a year younger than me came downstairs which I think is aziza. "Dadi you called me?who are they" she asked and smiled looking specifically at Rayyan "child this is rayyan. My sisters grandson. He came from Pakistan to meet us and she is his friend" nani told her wait why am I calling her nani? Aziza furrowed her eyebrows at me. "Bring something for them" nani told aziza to which she nodded. Rayyan persisted but nonetheless she smiled at rayyan before disappearing in kitchen which was on the right side. Why was she smiling at rayyan? Wait why do I care? I sighed. Rayyan and nani started talking about Pakistan and I smiled here and there. To my surprise I was not getting bored instead I was listening their conversation with interest. "My daughter in law shahida have gone for shopping with her son. They must be coming" nani uttered when aziza came with a tray. It was juice and some snacks and she made us eat a bit. Nani excused herself and went inside the room on the left side. Aziza sat down at her place "rayyan are you studying?" She asked sweetly. She should call him bhai, he is  elder  . "Yeah honours in English" he replied back. He didn't told her that he is a cricketer. If I was in his place, I would tell each person this even before saying hello. "I am also thinking of doing that. I've just completed my B.A" I thought she is younger than me but whatever. She was going to say something further on when the doorbell rings. She got up to see who is there. "Your cousin is sweet" I mumbled sarcastically but for sure he didn't get it. Why am I being so kinky now? "Yeah! She is" he agreed. A soft smile playing on his lips maybe because he met his grandmother after a long time. "Are you bored?" He asked with concern "Yeah a lot" I retorted though the case was opposite. Have I told you how much I like going out even if it's for 5 minutes? "Sorry ..." he started but was interrupted by a loud voice "RAYYAN AHMAD! Is it you?" We turned to look at the owner of the voice and it was a teenage boy(she herself is a teenager but he was somewhat 15) we stood up and he ran towards us and stopped right infront of rayyan and inspected him closely for a minute. "It's you!" He exclaimed excitedly. "I am a big fan of your" he said to rayyan extending big a lot. He clicked a picture with rayyan and nani also came back. We all sat down including shahida aunty who scolded his son whose name was Aman for screeming like that. They chatted a bit more before we decided to leave. "Rayyan give this to your mother"nani told rayyan handing him the shopping back. He hugged his nani and Aman and also said Salam to everyone and I also did say Salam  before heading off. It was 4:30pm when he started driving. "Where are we going now" he asked when we were outside the main gate of the colony. "When is your flight" I asked him opening my window. "9:15pm so I will be heading to airport at 8" he told me and I nodded thinking about a good place to visit. "There's a historical place nearby. Let's go there" I suggested and told him the name of the place and he started driving. I was giving him directions to the place. "I have to pray asr" he said hearing the Azaan. " I know!there's a mosque infront of where we are going" I stated looking at him. The direct sunlight hitting his face was making it more charming. I am happy that he prays and I looked away from his face not wanting to make myself more embarrassed. We reached there and I saw a fair was set up there maybe because the moharram ended some days ago. He parked his car and asked me accompany him to the mosque to pray but I told him that I will pray in the car and he left without saying anything else. After some time, he came back and we were going inside when he stopped. "What happened?"  I asked concerned "can we take a ride of that" he pointed towards a swing