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: Agar iss ladki ko kuch ho gaya toh hum - hum barbaad ho jaayenge.
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His lifeline is a faint pulse in her veins. Amrit doesn't stir. Veer holds her knuckles to his forehead and wonders where he has brought both of them.
It is an odd sort of prayer, a prayer of a godless man. There is a needle pressed into her other hand, feeding her veins drop by poisonous drop blood of that same godless man. It had a twisted irony to it, that the blood he caused to be spilled would be replenished by his own.
"Amrit," he sighs, barely registering that her name spills from his mouth.
In no uncertain terms Veer knows that he is holding into the edge of his sanity by the skin of his teeth.
Let Amrit go, a casualty in this misplaced war - he feared, no, he knew, that he would end up setting his world on fire. And to think she looked so peaceful while he burned.
Amrit was still wearing those anklets. Even the hospital staff couldn't take them off. Those golden chains he had once bound her in, now mocked him with their futility. What bound could keep her, if death comes calling - if fate comes collecting all that he was mistakenly granted?
Veer hasn't yet forgotten that, with her last strings of conscious she had taken another's name. It would forever torment him, if she was to go now, that her soul - her heart yearned for another to the end of everything.
It is there, in the brink of a break down that Vijendra finds his step son. Veer takes a moment to register that grip on his shoulder as well.
Veer had been so young when his father passed away, but looking at his bloodshot eyes now, looking at the absolute devastation Vijendra wonders if the boy had ever grown since then? Or did all of them forget Veer somewhere in that long gone past, forgot to hold his hand and bring him out of his dead father's chambers. Was that kid still weeping in there?
The thought haunts him. Vijendra shudders.
"Papa Sahab," Veer says. Vijendra tries to conjure a reassuring smile.
"How is she now?" He asks, all the while his eyes try to assess the damage. There's a thick bandage around Amrit's head, a plaster on her throat.
"Beyhosh hai," Veer says roughly, as if he has forgotten to use his voice in a matter of hours. "Papa sahab agar iss ladki ko kuch hogaya toh hum -" he bites that back, then thinks better. "Hum barbaad ho jaayenge."
Vijendra brushes a hand over his head.
"Itna chahathe ho aap Amrit ko?" Veer slowly shakes his head, barely gathering his thoughts.
