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: "All of us have seen his name..."
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Her heart is heavy and stuck at the bottom of her throat. Leaving Veer stowing in his hell of misconceptions is a physical agony, still Amrit knows what he needs is time and space to comprehend and a little persuasion in form of imposed distance.
They did not have time to mend cracks on their armours as the war ranged and the wolves sprawled closer. Her skin prickles with the sense of wrongness as she made her way downstairs, into the bubble of music and chatter that swells up to swallow her. Malice lingers in the air, it crawls along her skin.
Whatever it is, the conspiracy those men from the morning spoke of, it is already at work. The sensation that comes over her is strangely forbidding. The kind that warned her with pricking sense of familiar danger. Amrit tries to console herself that this was lack of Veer by her side as she makes her way through mindless pleasantries and small talk. But the feeling lingers - like a stubborn stain on rather fragile fabric.
Then her eyes fall upon Anwar, sulking in the shadows with a particular scowl upon his face. The sense of defeat in the set of his shoulders settles rather familiar with her own that Amrit makes her way over to him automatically. He nods to her, giving way so she could join his shadow bubble.
Anwar plays with the glass in his hand, liquid inside sloshing from side to side. His eyes are elsewhere. Silence between them is rather comfortable with companionship.
With a brief glance at her hard worn composure Anwar sighs.
"Yeh mohabbat itna mushkhil kiyun hai?" He comments in general. "Na kiya jaata hai. Na jatayaa jata hai. Na bhulaya jaata hai. Na jiya jaata hai. Why do people complicate their lives with it?"
"It is not complicated Anwar Bhai Sahab, par kabhi kabhi dil ki aawaaz dil taq pohochne mein waqt lagtha hai. Aur woh waqt deni chahiye. Dill ko sambhalne ke liye, apne dil ki baat jaan ne ke liye. "
Anwar looks down at her, his eyes rather soft.
"Kuch logo ko waqt hi nahi milti Babhi jaan," he says wistfully. "Jab taq dil ki baat samajh mein aajaaye, dil haat se nikhal chuki hoti hai. If you love them you should never let them go. Ek pal ke liye bhi nahi."
His words settle with her rather ominously for she has done something oh so similar, but Amrit wills not to let it affect her now. Instead she takes a look at Anwar's fallen face.
"Kya Hua?"
Anwar smiles sadly.
"Humne apni mohabbat ki Itni ruzwaai ki hai ke ab humare mohabbat par kissi ko bharosa nahi."
