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: Kissi ki ibadat banjaau itni meri aukaat nahi.
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The mirror keeps stealing her eye. It gets fogged by the smoke of sandalwood and smudges the image the two of them makes. Softening the edges of contrast, the lines of reality.
If not for the brushes of his fingers against her skin from time to time, it could have been a vibrant dream.
Veer hums a tune under his breath as he works through her hair. Allowing the strands to soak the smoke and dry in the heat as he combed through them.
His fingers are deft, methodical, and rather gentle. It fills her heart how each task he does, turns into a sort of worship.
It scares her at the same time. Amrit doesn't want to be venerated for she knows better than anyone her feet are made of clay. Her faults sometimes eclipse her virtues and her good intentions often pave paths to hell. She reaches out to touch his hand.
"Aise matt dekhiye mujhe," her words are hushed. "Kissi ki ibadat banjaau itni meri aukaat nahi."
He stops humming and draws her hair over her shoulder setting the smoking censer away. Amrit watches as he sinks to his knees, holding her eye, reaching to take her hands.
Tips of his fingers press against her parted lips, thwarting the reply that lingers at the tip of her tongue.
"Humare zindagi jee kar dekh lo, tum kya ho - samajh jaaongi." His thumb draws along her lower lip, his palm moving to caress her jaw.
"Tum humari nahi hoti toh kasam se, cheen letha. Ab joh hamari ho, humari jaan ho, kaise na dekhein tumhe?"
She draws in a breath, his words leaving her wordless.
Veer, satisfied with her teary eyed silence takes her hand and slides a heavy kangan on her wrist. Amrit fidgets slightly thinking he would remove the chooriyaan and Veer shakes his head.
"I won't," he says meaningfully. "I know what it means for you. Hum aisa kuch nahi karenge jisse tumhari dil toote. "
Amrit turns to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair is still unbound, and she is yet to put bindi or sindoor. Still, she looked every inch the queen Veer wanted to see her as.
His queen.
Veer in the meantime opens the final unopened box laying on the dressing table. Amrit notices the faint frown between his brows. He shuts the box with a sharp click.
When she tries to reach him the jewellery make melodious complaints. Veer snatches hold of her hand before she could touch him, their fingers entwine and hold.
