In a bid to save the man she loves, Amrit ends up making a deal with the uncompromising Kuwar Veer Pratap Singh. Bound by mutual weaknesses and wounds they hide from the world the two goes from unwilling pretenders to unlikely allies. Sometimes, it...
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Summary: you - you are my victorious move against her! In which Veer is stuck in a never ending battle with his mother, where each hurts themselves in order to hurt the other. ◇◇
He is like sea. Ever changing, thousand storms hidden beneath sleek waves. Vast, deep, deadly yet calm and soothing - when he wants to be.
Kuwar Veer Pratap Singh is a sea, that Amrit suddenly finds herself stranded in the middle.
His deceptive calmness hides a trench beneath, depth of which none has ever tested. She doesn't want to tread these waters, but the choice is between diving and drowning. Isn't that the choice of every life?
Amrit paces the length of her room. Door locked and lights dimmed. The foolishness of her actions makes her inwardly cringe, who was she fooling with this pretence of sleep when with each step her deceptively elegant chains chime.
"Chun Chun Chun" He had said. "As long as I keep hearing their ring, my worries will cease."
Chun Chun Chun
The anklets chime now, mocking her as if they were an extension of the wicked man who had them made. Those anklets could not be undone, she recalled realizing that with a sneering Veer over looking her. She'd rather cut them off her feet -
The sharp knock scatters her thought. Amrit stops just as the door rattles.
"I know you are not sleeping," Veer's voice filters through the door. He doesn't sound very pleased.
Good, Amrit thinks savagely. Let him stay awake all night, listening to his favorite Chun Chun!
"Amrit!"
She has the urge to stomp her feet and irritate him further, but Amrit knows how to choose her battles.
Veer has that unassuming wickedness of a naughty child, who'd do the most unexpected thing to get his way. Instead she goes and unlocks the door.
"What?" Tonight, she doesn't have the patience to entertain his tantrums. Amrit had pleaded a headache to get out of the dinner debacle, in fear that it would turn somewhat similar to the breakfast drama just that morning. She was annoyed, hungry and on the top of it bound in elaborate gold chains of the kuwar's choosing. At least she had to have the privilege to snap at someone.
Veer raised his brows, looking down at her from his impressive height.
"Dinner kar lo, humare saath," he says. "It's all been set up in the room, we are not expected down at the table with everyone."
She makes a move to walk past him which he prevents with a hand on the door frame. His eyes are burning when they return her gaze.
"Keep me waiting, next time I'll break open the door." He bites out menacing words against her ear as if they were a soft caress.
