Azlan sat comfortably among his cousins in the lawn, a cup of steaming tea in his hand as he casually observed the lively scene unfolding before him. His striking features drew attention even in the midst of the crowd. His sharp jawline, clean-shaven face, and intense eyes gave him an effortlessly handsome appeal, the kind that commanded attention without trying.
Azlan had wore a simple outfit-tailored black trousers paired with a crisp, light grey wool-blend shirt that hugged his well-built frame. Over the shirt, he wore a dark charcoal shawl draped over his shoulder to keep him warm in this chilly winter air.
Even though today's function was for the women, Azlan's presence didn't go unnoticed. His relaxed, confident demeanour, along with his dressing, made him stand out.
His cousin, Latif, struck up a conversation. "Azlan, tum kab shadi kar rahe ho?"
(Azlan, when are you getting married?)
At the mention of marriage, the image of Rubab's honey-like eyes surfaced in Azlan's mind, and just as quickly, he shook the thought away. "Abhi toh business join kiya hai, abhi mera ussi pe focus hai," he replied, his gaze drifting towards the festivities.
(I've just joined the business, and that's where my focus is right now,)
Before, Latif could say anything else, Nawab Riyaz Khan made his entrance, along with Raza.
"Azlan, chalo beta khana khalo." He told Azlan, lovingly.
(Azlan, come on, son, it's time to eat,)
"Ajaiye," Raza said to Azlan,
(Come on,)
Azlan nodded to Raza. However, as he was about to head toward the dining area, he remembered his mother's medicine. Naziya Khan had entrusted him with her medication because her purse was laden with money meant for the bride and bridesmaids.
"Raza, woh ammi ko medicine dena tha, mere paas hai." Azlan leaned in to explain this to Raza,
(Raza, I've got ammi's medicine with me, and I need to give it to her,)
"Aunty ki dawai? Haan toh kisiko..." Before Raza could come with any solution, someone called out to Raza urgently, diverting his attention
(Aunt's medicine? Well, you could just...)
"Raza bhai, bawarchi puch raha hai masale ka packet kaha hai."
(Raza bhai, the cook is asking where the spice packet is.)
"Ruko, araha hoon," Raza was about to go, but then he turned to Azlan.
(Hold on, I'm coming,)
"Tum aangan mein jake de do dawai." Raza gestured to Azlan.
(Why don't you go to the courtyard and give the medicine,)
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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...