Aangan is the compelling prequel to Sharar, centred on the older generation of the Khan family. It explores the lives of the Khan brothers and their sister, each navigating the complexities of love, duty, and family values.
Huzaifa Khan, the eldest...
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When Azlan stepped out of the shower, drying his wet hair with a towel, he walked over to the window. The sunlight was pleasant, and he stood there enjoying the warmth of the winter sun. His gaze fell on a group of four or five girls in the lawn. He was about to move away when his eyes caught sight of one girl in particular - Rubab. Unconsciously, Azlan's steps halted at the window, unable to look away.
Azlan's room was on the ground floor, allowing him to hear the voices of the girls outside clearly.
"Ab itna bhi kya gussa, Rubab?" One of the girls addressed her.
(Why are you so angry, Rubab?)
"Gussa na kare toh kya mithai batwaye? Aap bas Chintu ko sambhal lijiye warna hum tabiyat durust karne pe aye toh...." Rubab was complaining to a woman, who looked a few years older than her.
(Should I distribute sweets instead? You just take care of Chintu, or else if I set out to fix the situation...)
"Hua kya yeh toh batao?" That woman asked.
(What happened? Tell me!)
"Humara aaj ka joda kharab kar diya unhone. Bataye bhala, unhe puri kothi mein humara hi kapra mila tha kharab karne ko."
(He ruined my outfit for today. Tell me, out of the entire mansion, he only found my clothes to ruin?)
Azlan couldn't help but find amusement in her frustration, wondering who this Chintu could be, maybe tailor who didn't stitches her clothes properly?
Before Azlan could think more, Chintu made an appearance, and Rubab's demeanour changed instantly.
"Allah!" Panic washed over Rubab's face, and she prepared to make a hasty escape. She, who was claiming to reprimand Chintu, was now very scared.
Azlan furrowed his brows, trying to understand the source of Rubab's distress.
To his surprise, Chintu wasn't a person but a fluffy ginger cat, the same one who slept in his room.
"Api, hataiye inhe." Rubab almost screamed for help while the other girls burst into laughter, thoroughly entertained by Rubab's predicament.
(Api, get him out of here.)
"Lagta hai tumhari tabiyat durust ho rahi hai." Another girl teased Rubab.
(Looks like he's reprimanding you.)
"Hataye inhe. Chintu, Chintu, Bad Chintu, hato!" When other girls didn't come for her help, Rubab attempted to scold Chintu, who was unaffected, and started licking her foot.
(Get him away. Chintu, Chintu, bad Chintu, move!)
"Amma!" Rubab took a step back, but Chintu ran toward her again. Rubab had never been particularly fond of animals since childhood, especially cats. For some reason, seeing a cat always scared her.
