Understanding the meaning of Love with MaAn

Engaged

NOTE: 100th Part and Anu-Anuj are engaged hehe.... Enjoy reading

Precap: And with that promise, she finally allowed herself to drift into sleep, nestled securely in the arms of the only man she had ever loved.

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The soft glow of dawn peeked through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the room. Anuj stirred, his arms still wrapped around Anupamaa, who slept peacefully on his lap, her face tucked against his chest. A faint smile played on his lips as he looked down at her.

The world outside was waking up, but inside this room, time felt still—frozen in the quiet intimacy of the night before. Anuj gently ran his fingers through her hair, cherishing the moment before reality would crash in.

And reality, as always, had terrible timing.

Ding Dong!

Anuj frowned. Who in their right mind was ringing the bell at 5 AM?!

He glanced at Anupamaa—she stirred slightly but didn't wake up.

Ding Dong! Ding Dong!

"Yeh kaun hai jo meri romantic morning barbaad karne pe tula hai?" he muttered under his breath.

Carefully, he shifted her, but the moment he moved an inch, she burrowed further into his embrace. Ab toh gaya.

He had no choice. With one arm supporting her back and the other beneath her knees, he lifted her in one smooth motion. Baap re, shaadi ke baad toh gym jaana padega. Agar yeh roz uthana pada toh kamar gaya kaam se.

Balancing her, he reached out with one hand, grabbed the remote from the table, and pressed the button.

With a soft click, the door swung open.

And there stood Anurag.

The boy took exactly two seconds to process the sight before him. His father—Mr. Sanskaar, Mr. I-Live-By-My-Principles, Mr. "Meri Anu Mera Sab Kuch Hai"—standing there, his hair looking like a bird's nest, his shirt completely wrinkled, and worst of all, MUMMY cozily asleep in his arms.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then...

Anurag let out an exaggerated gasp. "Yeh kya dekh liya maine?! Bhagwaan, main ab kya karun? Kaunse netra se dekhu?" He dramatically covered his eyes.

Anuj groaned. "Drama kam kar, Nautanki."

Anurag peeked through his fingers. "Nautanki? Aap mujhe keh rahe ho? Jo yahan... yeh... yeh sab...?" He waved his hands at them in horror, as if witnessing a scandal.

Anuj rolled his eyes. "Kuch bhi toh nahi hua hai."

Anurag let out a fake sob. "Aur yeh jo aapka hairstyle hai? Yeh toh clear evidence hai ki mummy ne... bas bas, main nahi keh sakta!"

Anuj facepalmed. "Bas kar, Anurag."

"Bas? Papa, mujhe to yeh lag raha hai ki mujhe aaj aapke 'good good' image ka antim sanskar karna padega!" He wiped a fake tear. "Jo pita ji mujhe humesha sanskaar sikhate the, aaj woh khud..." He placed a hand over his heart, shook his head, and sighed dramatically.

Anuj grabbed a cushion from the couch, ready to throw it at him. "Ek aur shabd bola na, toh Sangeet ke pehle teri mukti ho jayegi."

Anurag held up his hands in surrender, but his grin didn't fade. "Thik hai, thik hai. But aapka post-wedding glow toh shaadi ke pehle hi aagaya."