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: dekhte hai, kiss ki zid badi hai, aap ki ya meri. ◇◇◇
Rukzaar wipes at her eyes and makes another aimless round across the room.
Amrit watches her, knowing by now where her attention was. Rukzaar goes to the window and peeps out from the gap in the curtains.
"What mischief have you been up to Rukzaar?" Amrit asks finally. "Which bomb are you waiting to go off?"
Rukzaar turns to her, blinking innocently.
"What possible mischief can I cook up Babhi jaan? I've been here the whole time haven't I?"
Amrit arches a brow, reading her innocence for what it really was.
"Achcha ji," she says. "Toh bataiye mautarma kiss ka intezaar horahi hai?"
"Kissi ka bhi toh nahi," Rukzaar shrugs. "Hum buss Yun hi dekh rahein the ke kaun aaraha hai. Kaun jaa raha hain. Garden mein kaun hai. Shaam bahar kaun jaayenga...Yun hi you know?"
"Kyun chaukidaar ka kaam karti ho aaj kal?" Anwar calls from the threshold and for the sake of appearances knocks on the open door thrice. "Agar aap ki ijazat ho toh andar aajaye?"
"Aap humare dost ki begam hai Bhabhi jaan, ghar jiss ka bhi ho, hukum aap ki chalthi hai." He comes in and stands by her bedside. "Teek hai aap? No fever I hope?"
Amrit shakes her head and smiles at his concern and following relief.
"Aap ki bhai sahab ke nikah ke baremein kuch aap se baat karni thi..."
Rukzaar makes a sound from her throat and turns away quickly when Anwar turns to her.
"Rukie tujhe kuch keheni hai?"
"Nahi toh. Aap ka mehel hai. Aap ka paisa hai. Aap ka zindagi bhi. Jaise jee chahe luta dein." Rukzaar says rather scathingly. "Just don't call me that weird nickname. I have given nobody other than my Abbu permission to call me that. Hum chaltein hai, happy to see you sober tonight Nawabzade sahab!"
She indeed turns to leave and Anwar gives Amrit a reassuring smile.
"We fight often, but make up even faster. Don't worry Rukzaar jaan, doesn't hold grudges."
"Mar gayi Rukzaar jaan!" Rukzaar yells with her hands on her hips. "Humein na dekhna hi nahi tha aap ka chehera- kyun aagaye yahaan? Aaj bhi chale jaate na Kahi jaise roz roz jaate hai sharab mein doobne."
