Understanding the meaning of Love with MaAn

#MaAn Awkwardness with Family

Precap:

Anurag grinned, clearly excited. "Ohh yaa!! Lelijiye, papa... maza aayega... Abhi ek surprise hai... Aapke liye... toh jaldi tayaar hoke aayiye."

Anuj, still processing the surprise, shook his head in disbelief. "Tu kitna surprises karta hai..."

Anurag, with a mischievous sparkle in his eye, replied, "Last na... please... bohot special hai aapke liye..."

Anuj sighed with a soft chuckle, giving in. "Ok baba... ok..."

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As Anuj entered his room, he closed the door behind him, leaning against it for a moment as a playful smile crept onto his face. His mind was abuzz with thoughts. "Kya surprise hoga? Yeh Anurag bhi na... hamesha kuch na kuch plan karta rehta hai. Chhodo... pata chal hi jayega. Abhi kaam pe dhyan dena hai... sabse pehle, kya pehnu?"

He walked over to his wardrobe, opening it with a decisive pull. The familiar scent of his neatly kept clothes greeted him as he stood there, eyes scanning over the options. "Shadi ki baat hone wali hai... toh kuch achcha pehnu... aisa kuch jo Anu dekhte hi... bas... control hi na kar paye." A slight blush warmed his cheeks at the thought, and he shook his head, chuckling at his own giddiness.

Pulling out a pristine kurta set, he held it up against himself, looking into the mirror. It was elegant—simple yet regal. "Hmm... shaadi ki baat hai, toh kurta pehenna accha idea lagta hai... Lekin... ye toh sirf ideas discuss karne jaa rahe hain, actual rasam toh nahi hai," he muttered to himself, shaking his head and carefully folding the kurta back.

Next, his hand reached for his usual office formals—a crisp shirt and a tailored blazer, the kind Anu had always complimented him on. He smiled as he remembered her words, "Office ke kapde tumpe alag hi chamakte hain, Anuj." For a moment, he considered it, imagining Anupamaa's soft smile when she saw him in the attire she loved. But then, another thought crept in. "Nahi, yaar... office meeting ke liye thodi jaa raha hoon... yeh toh shaadi ki tayaari discuss karne ka meeting hai, aur wahan pe formals? Bilkul nahi!"

He sighed, scratching his head, feeling more confused than ever. That's when it hit him—a flash of a memory so vivid that it made him pause. His gaze shifted to the small drawer on the side of his wardrobe. Inside it lay the treasure he had preserved for 26 years—a single flower, perfectly laminated, still holding the essence of a moment from his youth. "Woh phool jo mujhe usse dena tha... jo kabhi de nahi paaya... yeh unhi baaton ka ek naya shuruat hai," he thought, his heart swelling with nostalgia and a tinge of excitement.

A new idea sparked in his mind, one that made him grin. "Wahi phool dene jaa raha hoon... toh kyu na kuch aisa pehnu, jo uss waqt pehenta tha? College style! 26 saal pehle ka Anuj... wahi look phir se!"

Anuj hurriedly dug through his wardrobe, pulling out clothes reminiscent of his college days—a simple yet charming shirt with rolled-up sleeves, paired with well-fitted trousers. He added a wristwatch, the same one he had worn during those days, which still carried an old-world charm. His heart raced as he slipped on the outfit, adjusting the collar slightly. Looking in the mirror, he smiled. "Perfect. Anu dekhte hi samajh jayegi... aur woh yaadein... sab kuch wapas aa jayega."

As he tucked the laminated flower into his pocket, his mind wandered again. "Yeh moment kitna special hone wala hai. 26 saal ka safar... aur ab, ek naye shuruat ki taraf."

He stepped back to admire himself one last time in the mirror. His reflection stared back—a man blending his youthful past with his mature present, a mix of emotions lighting up his face. With a deep breath, he murmured, "Anu, ready ho na? Kyunki aaj ek naye Anuj ko milne waali ho."