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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Summery: Do I need to send Veer to hunt Anwar?
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The preliminaries.
Amrit thinks of the word with dare filling her. The morning hadn't been off to a good start and if she was to go by Veer's words the reappearance of Mr. Raizada couldn't mean anything good for them.
He was not an omen no.
But rather an embodiment of the malintentions of someone around them.
Her fingers are cold, the same chill settle deep in her bones. She is to sit here and watch as Veer is exposed to every possible danger out there in the race course.
She tugs at the sleeves of her dress, now that finally Rukzaar had removed her chooriyaan, Amrit has to choose a dress with long sleeves to keep her branded arm concealed. It means nothing to her anymore, not in the sense it once did.
But others will think differently. And she did not want a few misplaced words on her arm to create an obstacle between Veer and his rightful place on the Shrigar throne.
Amrit sits alone, with only Gita by her side. Without joining Rani Sahiba, Chacha sahab and their guest Chandra Singh Rathod on the family stands.
It took too much from her resolve to watch Veer taking part in this lethal trap of a game that she did not want to put up with the general ill will of those people along with it.
She'd have liked Menka ma by her side but Amrit had to send her with that potraight of Mr. Raizada to Shravan Singh so the prince's guard could take measures accordingly.
She wants to believe the older man is as good as she had once known him. But if this new twisted world of royal politics has ever taught her anything it is that it has a strange way of getting the worst out of men. So Amrit was on her guard by the time Dai Ma approaches her.
"Rani Sahiba wants you on the family stand Dulhan Rani," as usual the woman's tone grips with disdain. "Being the functional royal of the family you can't sit here among the commoners."
"I like the view from here," Amrit tells her breezily. "And I am closer enough for Kuwar sahab in case he needs anything."
She clutches at Gita's hand tightly and waits for the woman to counter that. But instead Amrit notices that her eyes are elsewhere. Following her gaze, she sees Randheer taking a seat by his mother's side.
There is an empty look about him, a completely dazed expression of loss. Not for once does he turn to look at her, or even in the general direction. Amrit would have been glad had it not been for the sense of devastation that emitted from him. Frowning she turns back to Dai Ma.
