The Khan's Family Saga:Contract Of Hearts

Episode 1: The Khan's Very First Feeling Ali was standing beside his car, waiting for his sister Annie to come out of university. Ali was the eldest son in the house. After him came his brother Zain, and then their sister Annie. His uncle also lived with them, with his daughters Minkii and Reena, and his son Ayan. Among all of them, Ali was the oldest and the most handsome. Right now, he was calling Annie again and again, but she wasn't picking up. That was just Annie for you. Playful, delicate, always in a rush, and full of mischief. The university bell rang. "Oh God, brother's been calling me for so long. I should go. But I can't attend his call, otherwise he'll scold me a lot," Annie muttered to her friend. "Yes, your friend Dua," she said. "Annie, Annie, where are you dragging me?" Dua exclaimed, her voice rising as Annie gripped her arm and pulled her along. "Come on, you had to leave. Let her wait. She is dragging you with her and not even listening," Dua said, irritated. "Okay fine. But you go. I'll come later," Dua replied. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to shout. I should go. Because otherwise he'll scold me." "Why? Don't you have to go home too? We can all go together. Come on." "No, you go your way and I'll come on my own," Dua said, her voice low. Annie and Dua had met and become close friends. But until now, Dua had never met anyone from Annie's family. Dua was a very sensible, composed, and innocent girl. Brilliant in her studies. She didn't talk to anyone much. Any boy who passed by or tried to flirt with her, she would just glance at them and walk away. Annie's brother always came to pick her up. But today, Annie was determined to introduce her to him. "My close friend Dua," Annie said. "Dua had never met any boy before in her life. She's very innocent. You scared of boys all the time. I'm telling you, relax. He's my brother. All Khan. He's different. You don't have to worry." "Why? Why, don't lie to me," Dua said uncomfortably. "I can't go. I feel uncomfortable," Dua said, clearly visible on her face. "Understand me. I stay away from boys. And my mother also told me to never talk to them. That's why I was scared," Dua explained. "Why? Only one would talk. She always kept her distance from them, and no one ever came near to meet her brother," Dua explained. "Dua, it's just a hello. That's all you have to do. Come on, please, please," Annie begged. "Just say hello and you're done. I promise. No tension, no drama. That's how a person should truly be." "No reply," Dua said, her eyes filled with big, thick-lashed eyes. "When have I not listened to you?" Dua asked, pulling a cute little face. "Okay, okay, let's go. I'll meet your brother, but I am like a scared cat," Dua said, giving in. "Okay, I know," Annie replied, running her fingers through Dua's hair and pulling her along, completely unperturbed. As they were walking through the university, they were visible from the car. Cars passing by kept stealing glances at him. He had that kind of presence no girl could look at him and not get distracted. Outside, Ali was waiting for his sister, leaning against his car. One arm resting on the roof, he was scanning the crowd. "Who is she?" he heard a commanding voice from his car. "Annie, come here," he called. "Ali," he said in that stern, commanding voice of his. He stood there, one arm resting on the roof. When he heard the name, he looked up. "Annie? Ah... she's... oh oh oh, bhai, friends. I've been waiting for you since the class finished." "Hello," he said flatly. "This is my friend Dua. We just became friends this semester. In the new class. She's a really good girl. I didn't think I should introduce her," Annie said, nervous. The moment Ali's eyes landed on Dua, it was like he forgot how to blink. Dua's beauty struck him instantly. His heart started pounding. She was a beautiful girl. "I don't think I've seen a girl this beautiful in my life," he thought. Annie could feel it. Ali was completely captivated. And to hide her joy, she was looking at her right now... it didn't feel right to either of them. Annie quickly said, "Brother, let's go." Right now because I was already late. He's going to ask me either take the bus or a taxi. You should ask if she wants to come with us." "Yes, let's go," Ali said. Dua finally looked up at him and made a small, polite smile. At that same moment, he understood she was different from other girls. Dua Malik. A perfect mix of innocence, wisdom, beauty, and modesty. The way she spoke. The way she carried herself. The way she walked, talked, sat. The same Ali Khan who always ran away from girls? Maybe he was in the minority. And for that one moment, he understood she was different. Ali couldn't believe it. And why would she? Because standing in front of her was Dua. Annie loved Ali a lot. But he had never talked to her that way. And she knew that he would never talk to her like that. But Ali didn't care. He just kept staring at her. And her age would hold him back. Ayan was seven years younger than him. She was still studying. Her first semester at university was going on. That's why Ayan always stayed quiet. But he also thought, if he waited until Annie finished her studies and until he himself was twenty-seven or twenty-eight, then by that time he would get too old. Today he had decided he needed to think this through. He thought, "I will definitely talk to my elders about getting me married to Annie." ....,..............