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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Behroz Khan had arrived early that morning, and even if he hadn't noticed anything else, his gaze inevitably fell on the plants in the lawn. The rose bush was lacking water, the jasmine tree needed more fertilizer, some plants required leaf trimming, and he immediately started instructing the gardener.
"Khan sahab, bas kar dein, woh kar denge yeh sab," Naziya Khan called out, sitting on a chair in the lawn, wrapped in a crimson shawl. She didn't like getting her hands dirty in the soil, but her husband, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and wearing gloves, was calmly taking care of his plants.
(Khan sahab, please stop, he'll handle it,)
"Inke bharose toh kuch bhi nahi chorh sakte, dekhiye ek hafte mein kya kar diya," Behroz Khan said without looking at her, turning his gaze back to the gardener, who sat beside him with his head bowed.
(I can't leave anything to him, look at the state of things in just a week,)
"Idhar dekho, aise cut karte hain iske patte, ahista se, inhe takleef na ho." Behroz Khan's tone was soft, like a mother soothing her child to sleep. The gardener nodded; he did the trimming the same way, but for some reason, Behroz Khan was never satisfied.
(Look here, this is how you trim the leaves. Gently, so it doesn't hurt them.)
"Assalam-Alaikum," Shahzain had just woken up and had come directly to the lawn to enjoy the sun. His hair was tousled across his forehead, his eyes were red, and he was still in his night clothes with a jacket over them, yet he looked strikingly handsome. Naziya silently admired him, casting a protective glance his way.
"Walekum-Assalam, theek se soye the aap?" Naziya asked affectionately, to which Shahzain nodded.
(Did you sleep well?)
"Aap baithiye, hum apke liye nashte ka kehte hain. Khan sahab, ab aap bhi kuch kha lijiye." She noticed Behroz Khan's tea had gone cold, so she picked up his cup and left to get a fresh one.
(Sit down, I'll arrange breakfast for you. Khan sahab, you should have something too.)
"Aise karo, chalo," Behroz Khan finally decided to leave, knowing that if he ignored Naziya's request a third time, she would get annoyed-and he couldn't bear to upset his wife.
(Alright, do like this,)
Taking off his gloves, he stood up and was about to go wash his hands, but he paused when he noticed Shahzain.
"Yeh waqt hai uthne ka?" Behroz's voice jolted Shahzain, who had been relaxing on the chair, basking in the sunlight with his eyes closed.
(Is this the time to be waking up?)
"Abbu, aaj toh chutti hai..." Shahzain replied, trying to justify himself, but felt his father's piercing gaze all the same.
