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...
Two parts together as promised as a sweet apology for the loooooong delay. I'm seriously sorry about how long this takes, and it's been ages since KSM has been updated. But I'm adamant to finish CK before I turn to other stories I have in the burner at the moment. (Spoiler* there are some more Amveer coming your way! *wink*) So, I was working on this for a while. Hopefully, I'll be back with more very soon.
Let me know your thoughts. And the girls who keep messaging and inquiring about the updates and progress in writing or simply expressing how much you miss CK, you are so sweet - thank you for pushing me on whenever I had been feeling down. This is for you with dozen bear hugs!
Karma
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Summary: You haven't fallen very far from the tree - brother."
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Rani ma's study looked as if a storm had wreaked it. It is the first thought that occurs to Randheer as he crosses the threshold.
Things had been turbulent past few weeks. His own thoughts too, had suffered. At times it was difficult to find the calm needed to tackle bad press their own people were creating.
Especially Darpan. Darpan was their pet paper, it ran on Rani ma's money, it thrived on her good name and still found time to sniff around doubts cast on her narrative by a few busybodies.
Amidst it all, keeping his mother sane for the most part of it was proving to be more difficult than Randheer had originally anticipated.
As he enter a delicate tea cup shatters at his feet. Randheer hurriedly moves to his mother's side, taking her hand which starts to bleed.
"Ma sahab, what are you doing?" He cannot hide the edge of annoyance that creeps in. "Dekhiye aap ki haalat..."
With a decisive hand on her back he leads her to a relatively safe chair, and busies himself with tending to her hand.
Her hand trembles in his, Randheer looks up at his mother's face. A corner of her mouth twitches and her fury is palpable.
"He wants to ruin me!" She exclaims, her voice shrill enough to make Randheer jump.
As she jerk her hand off his grip, antiseptic that he wanted to dab on her cut spills all over her hand, straight from the bottle. Nalini hisses, but the maniac glint in her eyes remains. "Woh janvar aur usski woh biwi - raj karna chahte hai hum sab par."
"Ma sahab," he takes effort to keep his voice calm. But Nalini shakes her head paranoia bleeding into her voice.
"Did you see what she has written? Saap hai woh ladki, dasti reheti hai! And people believe her. They believe her! I've seen how they look at me during party meetings - I can see it! They all believe her!"
