From Vows to Forever ??

In the Kapadiya household, Gayatri and her sister-in-law sat in the hall, their conversation weaving through the fabric of family life.  Ishaan, their shared focus, was the topic at hand.
"Bhabhi," Ishaan's aunt began, her voice laced with a familiar concern, "Ishaan is 27 now, almost 28.  Have you thought about his marriage?  Have you started looking for someone for him?"
Gayatri sighed gently. "No, not yet. I haven't started looking. I want to talk to Ishaan first. I need to know if he's already seeing someone, if he has someone he likes. If he does, I want to know who she is. And if he doesn't, then, of course, I'll start the search."
"Yes, Bhabhi, you're right," her sister-in-law agreed. "You should talk to him clearly. He should start thinking about his own family. Everyone needs a companion in life. These days, children are so busy, they think they don't need anyone. But when they start feeling lonely, they realize how important it is to have someone of their own."
Another aunt chimed in, adding her voice to the chorus of concern. "Yes, and Ishaan has achieved so much at such a young age. He should invest in his personal life now, too.  It's time."

Ishaan arrived home from the office, the day's stresses melting away as he freshened up. He joined his family at the dinner table, the aroma of the meal filling the air. His sister, diligently serving everyone, placed a portion in front of him, and the meal began.  It was during this comfortable lull that Gayatri, Ishaan's mother, broached the subject.
"Ishaan," she began, her tone gentle but firm, "you're going to be 28 soon. I think it's time we talked about marriage.  We should discuss it in detail after dinner."
Ishaan didn't wait. "Why wait until after dinner?" he countered, his voice laced with mild exasperation. "I don't want to get married yet. I don't have time. Work is hectic.  When I have some breathing room, then I'll think about marriage."
"Son," his mother replied patiently, "you're still young. You may not feel the need for a companion now, but as you get older, you'll realize how important it is to have someone. If you like someone, tell me. We'd love to meet her. And if there's no one special in your life, we'll start looking for a suitable match."
Ishaan sighed. "Ma, there's no one. And if I felt I needed someone, I'd find her myself.  And if I felt I wanted to marry her, I would.  Can we please drop this now and just enjoy dinner?"
His father, however, wasn't so easily dissuaded. "Ishaan," he said, his voice carrying the weight of parental authority, "your mother is right. I'm not telling you what to do, but I do want to know if you're seeing anyone. And if not, it's time to start looking. You will get married."
"Papa," Ishaan protested, "you can't force me to marry."
"We're not forcing you," his father countered. "We'll find suitable girls, you'll meet them, and you'll choose someone you connect with, someone you want to spend your life with."
"Papa," Ishaan pleaded, "I don't want to do this now. I'll think about it later.  It doesn't matter if I get married today or tomorrow. I'll do it when I'm ready.  Right now, I'm not. I don't have the time."
"We want you to get married," his father insisted. "It's not just because we want it; you need to get married.  Instead of putting it off, it's better to start looking now."
"Papa," Ishaan began, but his father cut him off.  The conversation, it seemed, was going in circles, a familiar dance of differing opinions.