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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Secrets
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Summary : Nobody will see. Except me.
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"No," his voice tilts just so, as he strokes her palm with circular motions of his thumb. "Turn around."
Amrit blinks. With a tug on the codes hanging by his side Veer pulls the curtains closed and motions for her to twirl with his fingers.
"What are you up to?" Amrit wonders aloud, complying all the same by turning around.
Since she turned her back on him she misses the flash of his smile in reply. With careful hands Veer gathers her hair on the top of her head into a messy yet secure enough bun.
"Think of it like this," he says his fingers admiring the curve where her throat meets her shoulder. "I'm an artist and you are my canvas."
Slowly Amrit feels him undoing the knot of her dori at the nape of her neck, the neckline of her blouse begins to slip. She clutches a hand between her collarbones and inhales sharply.
"What are you doing?"
"Making amends," his voice is a soft caress against her bare shoulder where he places a kiss rather reverently.
Breath that she takes leaves her in a hiss through her teeth when she feels the cool touch of henna on that exposed skin.
"Veer..."
And his ideas!
The thought that he was drawing on her skin, with henna that would leave its mark behind makes something burn inside her. Amrit shifts and he holds her still, his hand running the length of her arm. He says nothing. Suddenly feeling parched Amrit's tongue swipes at her bottom lip before she speaks.
"Koi dekhenge toh kya sochenge?" She protests softly.
"Nobody will see," Veer whispers, his breath tickles against her nape. "Except me."
His mouth presses against her nape and she exhales a tattered breath.
"And I promise I shall see, as long as these lines remain." He murmurs against her ear words that heat her blood. "Har raat. Har subah."
Amrit hums allowing the hand that she clutched at her bosom to drop.
