Understanding the meaning of Love with MaAn

MaAn Wedding Plan

The room was abuzz with laughter and teasing remarks, the kind of light-hearted chaos that only family could create. GK kaka cleared his throat, silencing everyone.

“Teasing session khatam ho gaya ho toh, let’s start planning for the wedding, shall we?” he said, his tone a mix of seriousness and mischief.

Kanta Maa chimed in, “Haan, pehle shaadi toh fix karni padegi. Iske bina, planning kaise karein?”

Mukku, lounging casually on the sofa, waved her hand dismissively. “Arey, isme kya hai? Jab sab free honge, ek jagah dekh lenge, aur shaadi bas...”

GK kaka raised an eyebrow. “Aise nahi hota hai, beta. Muhurat dekhni padti hai. Without that, no Gujarati wedding starts.”

“Ohhk,” Mukku said, rolling her eyes playfully, though her curiosity was piqued.

Anurag leaned forward, his voice carrying authority beyond his years. “Uske liye kal Pandit ji aa rahe hain. You don’t need to worry about it. But time bohot kam hai... Diwali is almost here, and we can’t rush this. According to me, the earliest muhurat will be after Diwali. Pandit ji ko kaha bulana hai? Ladke ke ghar ya yahin?”

GK kaka smiled knowingly. “Shaadi ke muhurat ki baat ladki ke ghar hoti hai. Fir wahan se Chandlo Matli ke liye ladke ke ghar aate hain.”

Anurag nodded thoughtfully. “Toh fir Pandit ji ko yahan bula leta hoon.”

Before the conversation could continue, Samar jumped in with his characteristic exuberance. “Mummy! Kal aapki shaadi fix ho jayegi! Ohhh wowww!” His excitement lit up the room, and everyone laughed at his childlike enthusiasm.

Kinjal, not one to miss an opportunity to tease, leaned toward Anupamaa with a sly grin. “Shaadi fix hone se pehle ek baar soch toh lijiye, mummy... kya pata... kuch aur sochna ho?”

Before Anupamaa could respond, Anuj sat up straighter, mock outrage playing on his face. “Kya?! Kya sochna? Sochna-wagera kya hai ab? Baat clear kar di hai na Anu ne. Mujhse hi shaadi karegi. Shaadi toh hogi!” He turned to Anupamaa, his tone softening, “Bol na, Anu. Karegi na shaadi?”

But Anupamaa, her mischievous streak taking over, tilted her head and pretended to think. Her silence was deliberate, and the twinkle in her eyes betrayed her amusement.

Anuj’s eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and playful panic. “Kya soch rahi hai? Bata bhi na!”

Still, Anupamaa said nothing, her silence an invitation for him to try harder.

Anuj stood up, pacing dramatically. “Dekho, bouquet laaya hoon tere liye!” He gestured toward the table. “Aur woh dekho, Dakota scooter leke aaya hoon... poori taiyaari ke saath! Jese 26 saal pehle aaya tha... lekin haan, thoda late ho gaya tha.”

The room erupted in chuckles, but Anuj wasn’t done. He turned back to her, his voice soft yet filled with the weight of years gone by. “Aur haan Valentine’s Day par maine tere liye jo phool toda tha... Uss phool ko laminate karke rakha hai. 26 saal se... bas ek baat ke liye.”

With deliberate slowness, he knelt before her, holding out the laminated flower. His voice dropped to a whisper, and the room fell silent, as if the world itself had paused to listen.

“Yeh phool sirf ek yaad hai, Anu,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion. “26 saal tak sambhaal kar rakha, kyunki sapna dekha tha ki ek din yeh tere haath mein doonga... jab tujhe woh baat yaad dilaa saku jo maine kabhi kehne ki himmat nahi ki.”

His words hung in the air, their weight undeniable. He leaned closer, his eyes locking with hers, and began speaking in soft, lilting shayari.

"Tere bina yeh dil adhoora tha,
Har saans mein bas tera hi naam tha.
26 saal ka intezaar tha,
Aaj wo sapna pura karne ka armaan tha."