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: I am revoking the regency on Shrighar.
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"Veer..." She mutters, as the last of her consciousness fades away. "Veer..."
Once upon a time he had held a silly grudge on her for taking another's name with what she thought was her last breath, now that it is his name that she takes - his hand that she refuses to let go - Veer learns anew how excruciating it could be.
Farook could have killed him, gutted him open and caused less pain. It is maddening and it continues.
Farida is taken almost immediately for a surgery and Amrit too is taken into the intensive care. The doctor has words for him, words that crumble the last of his reserve.
"She's in a too early stage of pregnancy for the fetus to survive excessive bleeding. Your highness we might not be able to save the child."
The doctor drones on about initial blood work that confirmed pregnancy, about paperwork, consent, procedures and signatures and all that reels in his head, running on a pulse pounding repeat is the only phrase that made sense to him.
"We might not save the child."
The child.
A child.
Their child.
A joy they should have discovered. A news they should have shared. Maybe a secret they should have enjoyed keeping for a while. Dreams they would have seen. A family they would have had.
Might not survive.
The doctor had barely walked off with his signatures when Veer collapses on his knees, face buried in his hands.
What would he tell Amrit? Good lord, how will he answer her?
Why? Why them? Why him? Why his baba sahab and now this tiny life he made?
Footsteps make him pull back short. Rising his head Veer sees it is Randheer, white as a ghost, standing before him.
He gathers himself with a cold fury he wasn't aware he possessed until then.
Randheer brings with him a staggering reminder of his own naivety. His glaring ignorance that almost caused them their child.
It settles against him like poison. This bone deep love that he feels for a child yet to be born, this devastation, if that is how a parent feels for their progeny- if that is what love feels like, when one loved their children - he had nothing to do with Nalini Devi anymore.
The step he takes towards Randheer is decisive enough for the man to take a cautionary step backwards.
