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Author's POV:-
A man, around 26 years old, sat in his room, fully immersed in completing some pending work. His focus was unwavering, as if the world outside didn't exist for him at that moment. He wore a simple white kurta and pyjama, yet there was nothing ordinary about the way he carried himself.
The loose fabric of his kurta stretched slightly across his broad shoulders and strong arms, hinting at the powerful muscles hidden underneath. His biceps flexed each time he moved his hand, and through the thin cloth, the outlines of his toned muscles were clearly visible. The veins along his forearms - a striking shade of blue-green against his fair skin - stood out prominently as he clenched his pen, a silent testimony to the hours he must have spent training his body with discipline and dedication.
His features were nothing short of breathtaking. A sharp, well-defined jawline framed his face, dusted lightly with the stubble of a day's hard work. His lips were perfectly shaped, neither too thin nor too full, and his nose, straight and slightly proud, added to his regal charm. Thick, dark hair fell messily across his forehead, giving him an effortless, rugged appeal.
But it wasn't just his looks that drew attention - it was his aura. There was a certain gravity around him, a quiet strength that demanded respect without a single word spoken.
His very presence seemed to command the room, filling the space with a raw, masculine energy that could make anyone's heart race without warning.
He was the kind of man you couldn't help but notice - and once you did, it was impossible to look away.
"Bhaiyaa," a small, soft voice called from outside the room, making him look up from his work.
He saw his little sister Lata, just 10 years old, running towards him, dressed in a pink blouse and a long skirt. Her hair was tied into two neat ponytails with bright red ribbons dancing as she moved.
"Buaji aapko bula rahe hain khane ke liye," she said sweetly, standing near the door. He gave a small hum in response, his eyes already shifting back to the document he was reading.
(Buaji is calling you for having food..)
Lata stood there quietly, unsure what to do next. Bua ji had strictly instructed her not to return without bringing him down for dinner.
Feeling her lingering presence, Arjun looked up again. She gave him an innocent, hesitant smile.
"Tera khana ho gaya, Lata?" he asked, his voice softening a little. She nodded quickly.
("Did you have your food Lata??")
He hummed under his breath, remembering the incident from before. Once, when he had returned home late from work, he had found out that Lata hadn't eaten because bua ji believed girls should only eat after the men. That day, he had lost his temper badly. After that incident, Lata was always fed first - he had made sure of that. After all, she was just a little child.
"Toh ja apne kamre mein...yaha kyun khadi hai...mein aa jaunga" he said, waving his hand slightly.
("Then go to your room..why are you standing here..I'll go..")
But Lata shook her head stubbornly. "Nahi...bua ji ne mana kiya hai...jab tak aap niche nahi aate, mein apne kamre mein nah jau..." she said in a small voice.
("No, buaji told me to not go to the room until you come down..")
Arjun sighed deeply, closing the file and tying it with a thin string. His patience with his bua jis constant interference was wearing thin. Just because he had allowed her and her husband to stay for the wedding preparations didn't mean she could poke her nose into everything.
"Tu jaa, kuch nahi kahega bua ji. Mein hoon na...jaa Lata," he said again, this time in a softer, more reassuring tone.
("I am telling you na ...so just go..I am here na?? bua ji will not scold you..")
Finally, Lata nodded and walked away, trusting her brother's words.
After finishing up, Arjun went downstairs, where he saw his bua ji setting up his plate. She looked up and smiled warmly.
"Kha le Arjun beta, teri pasand ka aloo-matar ki sabzi banayi hai," she said sweetly, adjusting her pallu properly over her head, and began fanning him with a hand fan.
("I have made your favourite aloo-matar ki sabji beta ...taste it and say how it is..")
He sighed. "Aapko yeh sab karne ki zarurat nahi hai bua ji...aap mehmaan hain. Kajal hai na, woh kar legi."
("You don't have to do all of this buaji..you are our guest...kajal is there to handle all all this tas..")
"Mehmaan? Apni bua ko bhi mehmaan bana diya, beta?" she said dramatically, a hint of sadness in her voice.
(" Guest ?? Now you have started calling you buaji as guest beta...")
Closing his eyes in frustration, Arjun spoke calmly, "Mera woh matlab nahi tha bua ji...bas ghar mein kaamwali hai, toh aap kyun takleef le rahi hain?"
(" I didn't meant it that way buaji ..I am just telling you that maid is there to do this things..")
Bua ji smiled at his words and gestured for him to eat.
He was midway through his meal when she suddenly asked, "Arjun beta...woh ladki final kar li na tune?"
(" Arjun beta, did you finalize that girl already??")
He frowned, lifting his gaze towards her. "Bua ji, kuch din mein mera shaadi hone wala hai...toh ab yeh sab sawaal kyu udh raha hain??.. Haan, final hai, isiliye toh kar raha hoon."
("Bua ji, my wedding is going to happen in a few days... so why are these questions being raised now? Yes, it's final, that's why I'm proceeding with it.")
Bua ji had earlier shown him many photos, hoping he would choose a girl she liked - someone fancy, elegant. But Arjun had chosen a simple-looking, plain girl, not the one she had imagined for him.
She gave a tight smile. "Haan, woh toh theek hai...par tujhe nahi lagta, kuch aur bhi kai sundar ladkiyan thi? Ek baar aur tasveer dekh leta beta, sayad tujhe.."
("Yes, that's fine... but don't you think there were many other beautiful girls too? Maybe you should have taken another look at the pictures, son, maybe you would have...")
Arjun put down his spoon with a thud, his voice steady but firm. "Bua ji, mein jis cheez pe ek baar haan keh deta hoon, woh kabhi nahi badalta. Jo faisla liya hai, wahi mera final raay hai. Agar shaadi karna hain toh usse hi karunga..nahi toh nahi.."
("Bua ji, once I say yes to something, I never change it. The decision I have made is my final one. If I get married, it will be to her... otherwise, not at all.")
His tone left no space for any argument, and bua ji fell silent, pressing her lips together tightly, knowing very well how stubborn he was once he made up his mind.
A man, around 26 years old, sat in his room, fully immersed in completing some pending work. His focus was unwavering, as if the world outside didn't exist for him at that moment. He wore a simple white kurta and pyjama, yet there was nothing ordinary about the way he carried himself.
The loose fabric of his kurta stretched slightly across his broad shoulders and strong arms, hinting at the powerful muscles hidden underneath. His biceps flexed each time he moved his hand, and through the thin cloth, the outlines of his toned muscles were clearly visible. The veins along his forearms - a striking shade of blue-green against his fair skin - stood out prominently as he clenched his pen, a silent testimony to the hours he must have spent training his body with discipline and dedication.
His features were nothing short of breathtaking. A sharp, well-defined jawline framed his face, dusted lightly with the stubble of a day's hard work. His lips were perfectly shaped, neither too thin nor too full, and his nose, straight and slightly proud, added to his regal charm. Thick, dark hair fell messily across his forehead, giving him an effortless, rugged appeal.
But it wasn't just his looks that drew attention - it was his aura. There was a certain gravity around him, a quiet strength that demanded respect without a single word spoken.
His very presence seemed to command the room, filling the space with a raw, masculine energy that could make anyone's heart race without warning.
He was the kind of man you couldn't help but notice - and once you did, it was impossible to look away.
"Bhaiyaa," a small, soft voice called from outside the room, making him look up from his work.
He saw his little sister Lata, just 10 years old, running towards him, dressed in a pink blouse and a long skirt. Her hair was tied into two neat ponytails with bright red ribbons dancing as she moved.
"Buaji aapko bula rahe hain khane ke liye," she said sweetly, standing near the door. He gave a small hum in response, his eyes already shifting back to the document he was reading.
(Buaji is calling you for having food..)
Lata stood there quietly, unsure what to do next. Bua ji had strictly instructed her not to return without bringing him down for dinner.
Feeling her lingering presence, Arjun looked up again. She gave him an innocent, hesitant smile.
"Tera khana ho gaya, Lata?" he asked, his voice softening a little. She nodded quickly.
("Did you have your food Lata??")
He hummed under his breath, remembering the incident from before. Once, when he had returned home late from work, he had found out that Lata hadn't eaten because bua ji believed girls should only eat after the men. That day, he had lost his temper badly. After that incident, Lata was always fed first - he had made sure of that. After all, she was just a little child.
"Toh ja apne kamre mein...yaha kyun khadi hai...mein aa jaunga" he said, waving his hand slightly.
("Then go to your room..why are you standing here..I'll go..")
But Lata shook her head stubbornly. "Nahi...bua ji ne mana kiya hai...jab tak aap niche nahi aate, mein apne kamre mein nah jau..." she said in a small voice.
("No, buaji told me to not go to the room until you come down..")
Arjun sighed deeply, closing the file and tying it with a thin string. His patience with his bua jis constant interference was wearing thin. Just because he had allowed her and her husband to stay for the wedding preparations didn't mean she could poke her nose into everything.
"Tu jaa, kuch nahi kahega bua ji. Mein hoon na...jaa Lata," he said again, this time in a softer, more reassuring tone.
("I am telling you na ...so just go..I am here na?? bua ji will not scold you..")
Finally, Lata nodded and walked away, trusting her brother's words.
After finishing up, Arjun went downstairs, where he saw his bua ji setting up his plate. She looked up and smiled warmly.
"Kha le Arjun beta, teri pasand ka aloo-matar ki sabzi banayi hai," she said sweetly, adjusting her pallu properly over her head, and began fanning him with a hand fan.
("I have made your favourite aloo-matar ki sabji beta ...taste it and say how it is..")
He sighed. "Aapko yeh sab karne ki zarurat nahi hai bua ji...aap mehmaan hain. Kajal hai na, woh kar legi."
("You don't have to do all of this buaji..you are our guest...kajal is there to handle all all this tas..")
"Mehmaan? Apni bua ko bhi mehmaan bana diya, beta?" she said dramatically, a hint of sadness in her voice.
(" Guest ?? Now you have started calling you buaji as guest beta...")
Closing his eyes in frustration, Arjun spoke calmly, "Mera woh matlab nahi tha bua ji...bas ghar mein kaamwali hai, toh aap kyun takleef le rahi hain?"
(" I didn't meant it that way buaji ..I am just telling you that maid is there to do this things..")
Bua ji smiled at his words and gestured for him to eat.
He was midway through his meal when she suddenly asked, "Arjun beta...woh ladki final kar li na tune?"
(" Arjun beta, did you finalize that girl already??")
He frowned, lifting his gaze towards her. "Bua ji, kuch din mein mera shaadi hone wala hai...toh ab yeh sab sawaal kyu udh raha hain??.. Haan, final hai, isiliye toh kar raha hoon."
("Bua ji, my wedding is going to happen in a few days... so why are these questions being raised now? Yes, it's final, that's why I'm proceeding with it.")
Bua ji had earlier shown him many photos, hoping he would choose a girl she liked - someone fancy, elegant. But Arjun had chosen a simple-looking, plain girl, not the one she had imagined for him.
She gave a tight smile. "Haan, woh toh theek hai...par tujhe nahi lagta, kuch aur bhi kai sundar ladkiyan thi? Ek baar aur tasveer dekh leta beta, sayad tujhe.."
("Yes, that's fine... but don't you think there were many other beautiful girls too? Maybe you should have taken another look at the pictures, son, maybe you would have...")
Arjun put down his spoon with a thud, his voice steady but firm. "Bua ji, mein jis cheez pe ek baar haan keh deta hoon, woh kabhi nahi badalta. Jo faisla liya hai, wahi mera final raay hai. Agar shaadi karna hain toh usse hi karunga..nahi toh nahi.."
("Bua ji, once I say yes to something, I never change it. The decision I have made is my final one. If I get married, it will be to her... otherwise, not at all.")
His tone left no space for any argument, and bua ji fell silent, pressing her lips together tightly, knowing very well how stubborn he was once he made up his mind.
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