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...
TW! Violence/ self harm/ mentions of past abuse. Reader's caution advised .......
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Summary: Ghuroor ho aap meri...Kudh par yun sitam karne ka maine aap ko ijazat nahi di.
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The dungeons of Shrighar are silent graves.
Nothing that happens there has ever gone out. There is darkness locked behind those doors, glamoured by the golden shimmer of other aspects of royalty.
At the end of the day, you should not make an enemy of a Pratap Singh, for beneath all cool and composure they were cruel men.
Their affections run deep and so do their grudges. Their mercy and their menace were two edges of the same blade, and they wielded it with the same precision with which they ruled.
Nobody who provoked a Pratap Singh, who dishonoured women of that family lived to tell the tale.
Randheer Raizada just did both.
Shravan Singh unlocks the chains on the door with deliberate slowness. The man is no stranger to wrath of his masters, but he finds himself unable to meet his prince's eye.
This isn't the Veer baba that he carried on his shoulders in the years gone by, this man who looked like a red hot iron, had none of that child's softness.
People of Shrighar always talked of how much their Kuwar resembled his father, how it felt as if times have turned and Rana sahab was walking these halls again, but Shravan had always shook his head at them.
Veer baba was Veer baba. He had laugh lines in his face, he had soft caring hands. He had a soul of silk, unlike his father. But seeing him now, Shravan Singh's well practiced hands shake.
That child is lost. In his place is another Pratap Singh, mating out justice.
The door opens with a "creek."
Veer pushes past him, and inside the cell, Randheer stands up.
There are chains in the walls, monuments of more cruel times. But since he is clearly instructed Shrevan Singh has not dared to touch his master's enemy.
"Feeling better?" Veer asks rather conversationally. "Had enough time to gather your wits?"
"You won't get away with this..." Randheer tells him. "Does Amrit know you do things like this? There she thinks you are spun gold and here you are -" he gives Veer a speculative look. "Kitne masoomon ke jaan liya hai tu ne? Hiding behind your power and prestige?"
Veer ran his tongue over his lower lip, a movement so predatory that Shravan Singh wonders if the other man was blind not to fear for his life.
"It's not everyday that a "maasoom" decides to ruin my wife's life," he says matter of fact -ly. "And I am compelled to return the favour."
