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: "Achchi likhthi ho tum."
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Note before: in this house we don't accept that branding scene as cannon. Veer of Chaar kadam would never do that. Or the title itself would be meaningless. Also, in this particular AU Randheer is still unaware of the fake marriage status.
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"I need to talk to you!"
The demand seems to ring in her ears. Amrit takes a sharp turn and strides down the hallway. To her ill luck Randheer follows.
"Amrit - Amrit meri baat suniye-"
Amrit strides inside Veer's room and pauses at the threshold, trying and failing to glare at Randheer. When he looks at her like that, like she is his most precious possession lost, there's very little she could manage to do.
"This is my husband's room. Are you going to come in?" She says before shutting the door.
Of cause Veer isn't there. He is hardly ever found in domestic places.
Massaging her head Amrit enters her own room. And stops. Veer is sitting on her bed, flipping through what is unmistakably - her journal. He looks up as she enters and wiggles his fingers at her.
"How - dare - you!" She grits out, seething. Amrit rushes towards him and tries to snatch that leather bound book from his hand. Veer jumps to his feet simultaneously and holds it up in the air well above her head. "Give - it - here!"
"I don't think so," he smiles wickedly. "I didn't even finish the interesting part."
Easily, he changes hands when she tries to reach on her tip toes and flips the book open holding it high up.
"Hmm - where was I- haan, mohabbat - mohabbat - pahadiyo main dhoop jaise aate hai, dheere dheere - phir ajanak palak japakthe hi raat subha main badal jaathi hai..."
All the while Amrit tries to salvage her book from those hands and Veer manages to dodge her, twirl around her and wave it just out of her reach.
His footwork was better than hers. Amrit cursed her saari, his trousers and all the other variables slowing her down, chasing him around - listening to words of her sixteen year old self pouring out from those sarcastic lips. It felt like one of those stupid dances where you weren't supposed touch your partner but twirl around them. A maddening dance.
"Veer!" She says exasperated. "That's private. How could you read that? Why would you look into my private stuff -"
"I was looking for the key you stole. You called this muzeebat on yourself biwi sahab," he answers and turns a page. "Toh kahaan the hum?" He clears his throat and begins to read.
