Understanding the meaning of Love with MaAn

Anurag is upset with Anuj and Anupamaa???

Precap: But Anurag simply nodded, his expression unreadable.
Anurag: "Hmm... okay."

Without another word, he got up and walked back to his room, leaving Anuj sitting there, stunned and confused. Anuj's excitement drained, replaced by a growing unease. Anurag's lack of reaction wasn't just unusual-it was alarming.

Anuj's mind raced as he tried to understand. Why wasn't Anurag excited? What was bothering him so much? Was it the lingering trauma of the past, or was it something else entirely? His heart panicked at the possibilities, desperate to unravel the mystery behind his son's behavior.

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Anurag entered the room and immediately noticed Anupamaa seated on his chair near the mirror. She held a letter in her hands, her expression calm yet thoughtful. The soft light in the room highlighted the deep royal blue of her saree, a color that seemed to enhance her grace. Normally, the moment he saw her, his first instinct would be to touch her feet and take her blessings-a gesture of respect and love he never skipped. But today was different.

He stopped in his tracks, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than usual. Something in him hesitated, a weight pressing down on his heart that made his usual routine feel impossible. He stood frozen, unsure of what to do. Anupamaa looked up from the letter, noticing him, and offered a warm smile, as she always did. But he couldn't bring himself to respond. His emotions, tangled and heavy, made him withdraw.

Without a word, he turned abruptly and headed for the washroom, leaving her watching him in quiet concern. The door closed behind him with a soft thud, a barrier between him and the rest of the world-one he wasn't ready to open just yet.

Not long after, Anuj arrived, his steps quick and filled with purpose. The coldness of Anurag's reaction to the news about Anupamaa staying with them had deeply unsettled him. He couldn't ignore the lack of excitement, the absence of the usual sparkle in his son's eyes when it came to Anupamaa.

Entering the room, Anuj immediately noticed Anupamaa still seated by the mirror, the letter resting delicately in her lap. Her face carried a hint of confusion, likely stemming from Anurag's behavior moments earlier.

Anuj was stunned. Wasn't this the same boy who had done everything in his power to bring him and Anupamaa closer? The boy who had meticulously planned the entire Mumbai trip, painting dreams of their togetherness on every canvas of possibility? The one who, for years, had teased him relentlessly about his love for Anupamaa, calling them a couple long before it was even a reality?

For the past decade, Anurag had been the one handling his endless musings about Anupamaa, encouraging him, pushing him forward when doubt crept in. And now, when the moment had finally come-when Anupamaa was going to stay with them, a step closer to being a family-his response had been cold and distant. A simple, emotionless "Hmm... ok."

Anuj couldn't make sense of it. He had expected a sly grin, a playful comment about them finally being under one roof, perhaps even a dramatic tease about wedding bells. And most of all, he had anticipated excitement-pure, unfiltered joy-at the thought of having Anupamaa, his beloved "mummy," staying with them. But none of that came. Instead, Anurag had walked away, leaving Anuj grappling with confusion and worry.

Anuj moved closer, his voice soft but warm. "Anu... tum... bohot sundar lag rahi ho," he said, his words carrying both admiration and a quiet reassurance.

She looked up at him, offering a small smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. Something was clearly on her mind. The worry in her expression mirrored the storm brewing in his own heart.