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 duao mein sub miljaata toh har kissi ko rab miljaata... Maafi bhi yahaan kismat walon ko milti hai."
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The rain thins into a misty sprinkle in the evening wind. Cuddled in bruised clouds that promise more rainfall, a ripe red sun is sinking lower into the shapeless mass of greenery below.
From where they stood, at the cliff edge, one would get the illusion that one could hear the entire world in the wind. It sings in their ears, a powerful rumble which could either be a laughter or a lament.
In a distance the temple bells ring sharp - engaged in a futile battle with the wind.
Veer stares into the abyss below, clearly lost in a time gone. The distance between them is Chaar kadam, but his thoughts are too far from her reach.
When the tragedy of this place occurred Amrit might have been a happy baby in Lahore, blissfully ignorant of a circle of fate that would bring her here now, standing with the man who was the living monument of something devastating.
"Prem fell from here," he starts in a dead voice a hand stretched - fingers clasping over nothing.
"And I was the one who pushed him."
He chokes on the words on the memories. He wishes she would understand how difficult it was to put it into words. What he had witnessed, what he had done and the latter realization of guilt.
"Bohut hi chota tha woh, na samajh tha, kamzor tha."
"Chote toh aap bhi the," Amrit says softly.
Veer turns to her with bloodshot eyes that find and hold hers, begging silently.
The kid she talks about is still inside him, Amrit realizes with a wrenching heart. Still at the cliff edge, still trying to save a brother who had slipped from his fingers.
"Bachche the aap. You don't leave kids to watch after other kids Kuwar sahab, not in places like this."
The tortured inhale that Veer fills himself with is loud.
"All my life I have been shouting the same. Until my throat turned bloody. Ke koi waha kiyun nahi tha? Koi waha kyun nahi aaya!"
His voice rises and the wind carries it away. Veer collapses on his knees, hands fisting the sand.
"Par nahi," he says after a moment. "All my life they kept telling me that I can't use that as an excuse to my own sin. I killed my brother. Nothing pardons that."
"Sachche dil se maangni wali har cheez miljaati hai Kuwar sahab," Amrit tells him. Softly, cautiously she approaches and kneels beside him.
