The Proposal
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Naman Malhotra's POV:
Yesterday, when I was in Annu.s Graduation ceremony, it was proud moment for me to see my baby receive her graduation certificate, its like yesterday that she first went to school. I was looking here and there during lunch time when Mr. Singh, the chief guest of ceremony approached me and I was astonished about what he said.
Flashback :
Mr. Singh : Hello, I think you are father of Miss. Anamika, right?
Naman: Yes Sir, I am her father.
Mr. Singh : Actually I wanted to talk about an important thing regarding Anamika.
Naman: Why sir, has she done anything wrong?
Mr. Singh : No..No ..Actually I wanted ask your daughter's hand in marriage for my son.
Naman: What?
Mr. Singh : Yes, Mr.?
Naman: Naman Malhotra...
Mr. Singh : Mr. Naman, I dont want to give you any shock.. From the moment I saw your daughter, I felt like she is the best match for my son Angad. There is no pressure Mr. Malhotra, you can take your time and tell me your decision.
Naman: But Mr.Singh, I don't want Anamika to marry so early, she is quite young.. you know she just graduated and I will never force my decision on her.
Mr. Singh : Of course, Mr. Malhotra, Anamika's decision will be final and trust me I also don't want her to be pressurized into anything. I just feel like like she will be the best daughter in law I could get for my Angad. I just want you think about this proposal, although your decision will be final, I would be glad if you accept it.
Naman: OK Mr. Singh, I will think about it.
Mr. Singh : When you take any decision, either denial or proposal, this is my card, please call me anytime. I will be waiting for your call and then we can decide for further things. For now, I need to go. Good evening Mr. Malhotra.
Naman: OK Mr. Singh, Good evening.
After that discussion, we came home and I told Shrishti about the proposal, she convinced me to talk to Anamilka and let her take the decision about her life. It's morning and still I am thinking about how to tell this to Annu because I am myself skeptic about this proposal. Anyways, Shrishti is right.. I should let Annu take the decisions of her life herself but whatever her decisions are, I will always be by her side.
Anamika's POV:
When I went downstairs, the house was unusually silent and looked as if it is deserted, so I moved towards kitchen too fetch some water and I was surprised to see my parents talking very seriously about something and that too in hushed tones as if its a big secret .. haha. They suddenly notice me in doorway and become silent. When I arrive in hall both call out to me and they look dead serious, I ask them if anything happened but they nod their heads in no.
When I reach the stairs to go back up to my room suddenly my dad call my name ...
Naman: Annu, beta ... hum.. hum dono ko tujhse kuch baat karni hai...
Anamika: Ha papa, boliye n..
Shrishti: Beta... wo ..
Why are they so hesitant... what could be the matter.. I see my mom elbowing my father to say something...
I am confused about their behavior..
Naman: Annu, Do you remember Mr. Singh ?
Anamika: yes dad.
Naman: He has asked your hand in marriage for his son Angad ... So I want to know , what are your thoughts about this proposal?
Anamika: Whaaaatt?
Oh so that's why he was observing me so keenly.. hehe poor Mr. Singh and what I thought about him. I burst out laughing at my own thoughts. My parents are looking at my face like I have grown two horns on my head.
Shrishti (To Naman) : Shock se kahi pagal to nahi hogai?
Just as my dad opened his mouth to answer I stop laughing and look at them seriously and they realize I have not gone mad. But what about this proposal thing. I ask myself: Am I reaady for it? the responsibilities, the relations and all?Will I be able to handle this?
As this question jumble up in my mind, I get confused and stay silent. My parents understand my confusion and tell me think as much as I want and take proper decision. My father asssures me that my decision will be final and whatever I want will happen and he will be by my side. I nod my head and move towards my room silently to think about it.
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