Naziya Khan had called Azlan to make him understand that whatever happened yesterday should be forgotten. Once the wedding is over, they won't be visiting that place again anyway. But her son shocked her with his response. "Main Rubab se shadi karna chahta hoon."(I want to marry Rubab.)
The statement hung in the air like the thick heat of the summer night. Naziya’s breath caught in her throat, her astonishment undeniable.
“Dimagh kharab ho gaya hai apka?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she tried to maintain her composure, though her disbelief was evident.
(Have you lost your mind?)
“Kya shadi sirf wahi karte hain jinka dimagh kharab ho?"
(Do only crazy people get married?)
Naziya shook her head, trying to make sense of it. "Azlan, yeh wahi Rubab hai jiski wajah se kal apko itni sharmindagi hui thi aur aap yaha se jana chahte the. Ab achanak se ek din mein aisa bhi kya ho gaya jo apko unse shadi karni hai,"
(Azlan, this is the same Rubab who embarrassed you so much yesterday that you wanted to leave. What changed overnight that now you want to marry her?)
It had indeed happened suddenly, but not today—it started the very day they arrived. That brief eye contact had turned his world upside down, making all the standards he had set for his ideal partner insignificant.
“Ammi, usme aisi koi burai bhi toh nahi," Azlan responded, trying to reason with her.
(Ammi, there’s nothing wrong with her,)
“Kal raat jo hua..." Naziya began, her voice edged with frustration.
(What about what happened last night...)
“Kal raat jo hua agar na hua hota toh ussey reject karne ki ek wajah bataye?" Azlan interrupted, determined to defend his decision. “Achhi larki hai, Khandani hai, aur kya chahiye apko apni bahu mein."
(What happened last night, if it hadn’t occurred, then tell me one reason to reject her?)
(She’s a good girl, comes from a reputable family. What more do you need in a daughter-in-law?)
“Jo humare bete ko khandan ke samne beizzat na kare hume aisi bahu chahiye," Naziya shot back, her pride clearly wounded by yesterday’s events.
(I want a daughter-in-law who doesn’t humiliate my son in front of the family.)
“Woh misunderstanding thi. Aur aap agar unke nazariye se dekhe toh unhone kuch galat nahi kiya tha." Azlan explained, his tone softening as he tried to reason.
(That was a misunderstanding. And if you see things from her perspective, she didn’t do anything wrong.)
Naziya scoffed, unconvinced. "Yeh baat logo se kahiye jo ab tak iss barey mein baat kar rahe hain,"
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Aangan (Prequel of Sharar.)
RomanceAangan 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...