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 : Jin logon ke paas khone ke liye bohut kuch na ho, unse kuch cheen ne ka anjaam bhura hota hai. Rani Sahiba yeh Ranjhan se seekhengi. ◇◇◇
There is a lot of freedom in becoming Akif. It has always been an escape but right now, it feels like a disguise, an armour of sorts.
Veer inhales deeply, allowing Yogesh to drone on about their next scope as he went through his notes.
This interview, which is about to take place, would be the blow on Rani Ma's card castle.
He knows the weakest card is Chandra Singh Rathod; that haughty uncle of his who was always in Rani Ma's camp. The fall will begin with him. He checks through the file, making a note here and there for easy reference later.
"Akif Bhai," Yogesh says after a moment, in his usual coy manner, scratching behind his ear and looking slightly silly. "Yeh Doctor nahi bone wala."
"Koi nahi bolta Yogi," he doesn't even raise his head as he answers. "Logo se bulwana padta hai."
"Haan. Unhe bhar peit khila do, baat apne aap bahar nikhal aati hai," Amrit comes in to Veer's chagrin, pushing a heavily laden trolley of breakfast.
The air is suddenly thick with her scent, her hair carelessly gathered over her shoulder is still wet from her shower. Her head is only nominally covered with her pallu, and she beams at Yogesh completely ignoring Veer.
Gone are the hurt in her eyes and the pain and bitterness on her face.
Veer could barely drag his eyes back to his papers, instead they kept returning to her, trailing over her.
She had drawn her eyes with kohl, giving depth to those wine coloured pools. She had worn jasmin in her hair, loose strands of strawn flowers were woven into those partially wet locks.
And as if to spite him, she had worn a mint green sari. It was definitely not hers, Veer knows because he was the one to arrange her wardrobe when she was supposed to marry him the first time around.
There were definitely no greens in there. But this particular colour, paired with the jade toned blouse, and pearls at her throat and ears and - oh - her waist - made her look fresh. Her skin looked creamy and warm against the cool tones of mint - especially that waist - with the pearls highlighting the slopes and the curves he so loved to slide his hand over -
Veer shakes his head and with effort stumps on that thought. But his eyes refuse to adhere his resolve and return to her face. Amrit, being the fox that she is, arches a brow.
"Humein khana nahi chahiye," he tells her rather coolly, wanting more than anything to either shut her out of the library or shut Yogesh out of the library and - He stumps on that thought too.
