Azaan returned home from his business trip after two days and noticed the house helpers bustling around, seemingly in a hurry. "Sab itna jor-shor se kaam kyu kar rahe hai" he thought to himself as he made his way upstairs. However, he was stopped by Aqsa on the stairs.
"Azaan bhai, aap gaye. chaldi se tyaar ho jaya" Aqsa said excitedly.
Azaan narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Kis khusi mein tyaar hoon aur ghar mein ho kya raha hai?"
"Woh, aapko kisine bataya nahi? Anaya appi ki aaj engagement hein " she replied.
"Kya?" Azaan's expression turned pale with shock. "Kis se?"
Aqsa nodded, confirming his suspicion. "Aur kis se? Zayn bhai se. aap tyaar ho jaaye."
"Anaya ki engagement ho rahi hai aaj aur kisi ne batana jaruri nahi samjha" Azaan said, his tone tinged with anger.
Aqsa raised her eyebrow at his unusual reaction. "Areh, unhone toh kal shaam ko hi haan kaha rishte ke liye. aap gussa kyu ho rahe hai?"
"Anaya kaha hai?" Azaan demanded to know.
"Apne kamre mein tyaar ho rahi. mujhe bhi tyaar hone jana hai" she replied before hurrying away.
Azaan entered Anaya's room and knocked on the door.
"Kaun hai?" Anaya's voice came from inside.
"Mein Azaan. Andar aa jau?" he asked.
"Aa jaye Azaan bhaijaan" Anaya replied and he entered the room.
Anaya stopped doing her makeup and looked at him. "Kya kehna chald Kahe mujhe tyaar ho na he."
He took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. "Mein ne suna hai tumne Zayn se shaadi karne ke liye haan kar diya hai."
"Sahi suna hai aapne, Azaan bhaijaan" Anaya replied calmly, continuing her makeup.
Azaan gritted his teeth in frustration. "Par kyu?"
"Kyu matlab?" Anaya asked, seemingly unfazed.
"Tum toh kehti thi tum maar jaungi par Zayn se shaadi nahi karogi, balki kisi se bhi nahi karogi... Aap kya hua?" Azaan questioned, his tone filled with frustration and confusion.
Anaya hesitated for a moment before replying, "Woh, actually hua kya tha..."
Flashback:
Anaya stepped into her parents' bedroom, where her father was seated on the bed with his reading glasses perched on his nose, flipping through some papers. Her mother was by the dresser, carefully folding clothes.
"Anaa, betho beta" her father said sweetly, gesturing toward the edge of the bed.
"Ji, Abbu" she replied, sitting down, her fingers nervously twisting a thread on her sleeve.
"Kahan hai Ayaan bhai?" she inquired, looking at her father.
"Woh tumhare Aryan chachu ke paas gaya hai, bulaya tha usne" he informed her, setting the papers aside.
Her mother glanced up briefly, her expression unreadable.
"Beta, tumne toh apne dadajaan ki baat kal suni hai, nah?" her father asked, his tone kind yet probing.
Anaya nodded, keeping her gaze fixed on her lap.
"Toh kya socha iske baare mein?" he continued.
Taking a deep breath, Anaya finally spoke. "Abbu, hum abhi shaadi nahi karna chahte... kisi se bhi. Hum apna career build karna chahte hain."
