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: "Kabhi haar kar Dekhiye - iss khel mein haarne ka maza hi kuch aur hai...."
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The king's rooms consist an entire wing of daulatabadh palace. An entire wing they had never stepped into. Knowing how certain things associated with his father made Veer react rather strongly Amrit is certain that these accommodations are meant to have a corrosive effect on her husband's mind.
Her temper simmers at the thought, her ears ring with pounding of her blood and with the speed that she strides down the hallway Menka has to run after her.
"Kuwar rani - kuwar rani - kuwar Rani sahab!" The old woman manages to grab hold of her elbow as they come to the end of the hallway. One of the other maids who were instructed to follow pushes open the double doors.
It is Menka's hushed inhale that makes Amrit pause. The splendor of those chambers are not lost on her.
"It feels like he would walk in any moment," Menka explains in an awestruck tone. "Kuch bhi nahi badla."
The walls are part dark stone and part the deepest shades of green. The draperies were velvet of emerald and each furniture well polished ebony.
The combination of colours while being grand and sleek cast the room into a pleasant semi darkness of the kind that brought rest to your eyes and eased weight from your shoulders.
"This is where he passed away," the words slip from her mouth before she has completed the thought.
Amrit feels how cold her fingertips have turned as she clasps them together. Menka stands at her shoulder and her exhale is heavy.
"Daulatabadh aane ke liye koi Veer baba ko nahi mana paye. Phir Chauhan sahab ne zabardasti unhe yaha laaya. I still remember how he screamed and thrashed and struggled all the way from Shrigar. Saying baba sahab ke paas rehena hai. Baba sahab ke paas le chalo.
"Then he fell ill. His condition was so bad that women of the palace had started fasts asking lord to save at least one of Shrighar's hopes. His condition didn't change until Rana sahab himself somehow managed to come to daulatabadh. Woh aaye, apne haat rakdhiye kuwar sahab ke sar par, thab jaake unmein todi jaan aayi. His fever went down."
"Rana sahab kudh beemaar the. So he had the prince brought over to his room. I still remember how they would cuddle against each other and sleep here -"
Amrit smoothes a hand over the dark green silk, a tear drips on it and stains it darker. She wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand, blinking back more tears that threatened to fall.
