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: aag hai uss mein, kiss kiss ko jhala de, pata nahi...
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The larger dinner party had departed the night before, leaving Nawab Hussain Siddiquie's family, Veer and Amrit around a much larger dining table for breakfast.
There is more familiarity here than it was usually in Daulatabadh state.
Amrit basks in the warmth and ease they share, the inconsequential small talk and little laughs.
Anwar reminds her of Uday, a composition of good humour and affection. His brothers Hedar and Omar were the rightful brats of the family, trying to pull legs all around the place.
They pass around plates, and Amrit offers to pour the tea. The Nawab, a silent man who had gracefully aged mutters a blessing and touches her head when she gives him his cup.
"Allah aap ko himmat de beta," he says. "These are difficult times."
"And difficult people," Farida adds from his side. She looks over at Veer when Amrit settles down beside him.
Veer doesn't notice as he is buttering toast.
"Aaj jaana zaroori hai kya Veer?" She asks then. Veer looks up, places the toast on Amrit's plate and clears his throat.
"Ji. Raaste mein kuch kaam hai," he catches Amrit's eye and raises a brow. "Eat. Biwi sahab."
"Kuch zada hi meherbaan hai aap Veer sahab," Omar smirks at the two of them. "Unki khaane se jaise aapke pait bhar tha ho. Hayee, hayee, hayee!"
"Let me butter you up as well," Anwar raps his knuckles on Omar's head and turns to his mother with a frown.
"Are you two up to some khaand again? Kya karwayi aap Veer se Ammie jaan?"
Amrit turns and looks at Veer, searching for answers. Veer munches his food in silence. Farida sips her juice. Anwar impatient now, turns to one of the aids standing at the back.
"Bring me today's copy of Aawaz," he says. Getting the paper, turning the pages he continues. "You two should have called this Aafat not Aawaz."
Nawab Hussain chortles.
"Oh. Uh." Anwar says, then he looks at Veer, giving him a very older brother - ish glare that Veer puts down his half eaten toast.
"Not a grain of lie in it," he says rather petulantly. "Woh chai dijiye Biwi sahab."
"Aap ko bada Maza aata hai na Veer - making yourself a joke? This, this is stupid. Dangerous even - aapki begam bhi toh saat hai, unki toh fikra kijiye."
