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: This is the limit of my mercy and extent of my power.
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"This is the limit of my mercy..."
He says through clenched teeth, watching unwavering as the man tried unsuccessfully to take cover from low height walls.
"And the extent of my power."
The wind is punctured with the sound of a released bullet. The rushing death that makes no mistake of its target.
It takes Farook by his throat, metal tearing through flesh in gory details that make Anwar flinch. Veer however remains stoic, watching with his expression arranged into unreadable lines. He watches the man falling into his knees, collapsing face first into the dust, watches the blood that run from torn veins to pool around his head in a halo of death.
Farook's eyes remain open, glazed by the terror that has reigned in his last moments. Dark, ominous blood run in tentacles around his head. A sigh leaves Veer as he turns away.
Footsteps thunder along the stairs as police officers in charge rush to the scene belatedly.
"We have the perpetrators rounded up," Anwar hears Vijendra in distance. "Rathod is done for good this time."
Anwar begins to understand it now, watching Veer's retreating back and the dead man on the ground, what exactly his friend meant by the extent of his mercy.
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The twilight remains punishingly silent. Veer could hear each drop of Amrit's IV like an extention of her pulse.
It rhymes with his exhale, with each step he takes towards her. She is asleep. He tries to quell the fear that swells within him.
There is no blood on his hands. They are pale in the dim lights of the hospital room. Still, despite his fury telling him he had done the right thing, Veer feels contaminated by the death he had witnessed, he had, to some extent engineered.
It had been a necessary thing, just like the papers he had signed a while back, taking upon himself a role he had rejected for a long time. As Farida Begham had said, making a stand.
He was making a stand against his mother, taking over the responsibilities Farida Begham is too ill to take on at the moment. Her party, her election, her shoes - not ideally how either of them wanted things to go - but they had to play the cards they were dealt with.
Veer never wanted such power or such burden. But if that is what it takes to keep his family safe (...when he thought of his family, it extended to the Siddiquies too...) if that was what it took, he would do it gladly.
