Mischief
Summary : Aag lagaye aur kudh na jhale, aisa hum hone nahi denge.
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Apparently into quicksand that's where she fell.
They end up in the opposite teams. Amrit, Nayantara and her husband Ranjit ends up in a team while Veer gets the two kids. The remaining positions they fill with servants.
Ranjit and Veer toss and Veer's grin is a quick flash of a knife when he wins. Tossing the coin in the air, he steps back and tugs at her braid as he passes.
"Twenty runs," he says arching his brows. "Score twenty runs against me and your secret is yours."
Amrit stares after him and Nayantara gives her the bat.
"Aap dono ke koi alag match chal raha hai?" She asks with a grin very similar to that of her cousin.
"Eyes on the ball, Amrit."
This time her voice is warm. Her smile is genuine."I'm a little protective of Veer. Things he had to go through while all of us were in London, all those years. I haven't quite forgiven myself. Aap ki galathi nahi hai. Aur aap dono mein itna pyaar hai dekh kar achchi lagi."
"Jiji," Amrit mutters rather helplessly.
"Just don't you dare hurt him," her eyes gleam warningly for a moment. "Uss ke saat bewafai ka anjaam karatnaak hai."
"Why would you say that?" Amrit asks before she could stop herself. Nayantara smiles.
"Let us just say, Shrighar mein aap ki bohut baatein ho rahi hai, kuwar Rani sahab. There are mouths that your Kuwar Sahab can shut, then there are those he cannot."
With that she walks off the pitch leaving her and Ranjit to bat.
Ranjit is a pleasant man, a doctor by profession and not deep in the waters of these riyasat politics. He smiles at Amrit, raises his bat in a gesture of support. Amrit attempts to return the smile but it turns a little wobbly.
What was Shrigar talking about her? And why?
"Amrit!" Veer calls over, rather loudly at that. He is tossing the ball from hand to hand. Oh shoot - the match!
Is she supposed to bat? And what is Veer doing...?
"Eyes on the ball, Biwi sahab."
Amrit grips the bat, her hands suddenly clammy. She just have to make twenty runs, what is that? It is nothing. And this would be over.
Twenty runs.
Twenty runs.
Veer moves rather sharply, his arm cutting through the air, his swing rather hard to keep track of.
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CHAAR KADAM - An AmVeer Fanfiction
RomanceIn 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...