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: a much awaited reunion and a renewal of long kept vows.
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A happy Vashma makes a beautiful bride. Dressed in the palest of mint green she is a vision in the mirror. Her lips spill the joy she couldn't contain and her eyes sparkle.
It amuses Amrit to see how fast friends Vashma and Rukzaar have become, despite their reservations, resentments and rocky beginnings. Beneath it all, the two girls had a lot in common which once discovered worked to tie their loyalties to one another. It only aided that Anwar was no longer a problem between them, more like, they had both realized he had never been between them in the first place.
Vashma reached out and held Amrit's hand pulling her closer.
"Meri Peheli aur sab se kaaz dost," she says, "kaha khoyi ho?"
Amrit shakes her head and beams at her beautiful sister in law. The thought itself overwhelms her and her eyes brim.
"Come Rukie, isse bhi tayyar kar the hai!"
That startles Amrit.
"I'm already dressed, what more do I-?" But her exclaims are thoroughly ignored as the two girls with their viable excitement flutter around her and make her sit in front of the dressing table instead.
"Not that one," Rukzaar is saying. "The other - yeah - yeah that. And the maang teeka too, it really brings out her eyes!"
"What are you two up to -"
Rukzaar almost pokes her in the eye with kohl.
"Stay still!" She admonishes. Brandishing wet strokes against her lashes. "Quit frowning."
"But - but -"
"Arre babhi jaan, how many questions do you ask!"
Vashma, who is fixing her Maang teeka, which actually does sit rather nicely with her eyes, smirks at that.
"Don't forget Rukie, she is Ranjhan, asking questions is her bread and butter!"
"Bread and butter goes with breakfast," Rukzaar says promptly. "And we are dressing you up because aap ko kahi jaana hai!"
"Kahaan?"
"Hai ek jagha," Vashma says with a conspiratorial wink. "You'll see."
"No. Tell me. Tell me now."
"Amrit..." Vashma shakes her head. "Aaj humara khwaab poora ho raha hai. Toh humne socha, tumhari ek armaan bhi poora kar dete hai." She places an affectionate hand on her friend's cheek. "Don't doubt too much and spoil the moment. You'll know everything in time."
In time apparently, it is revealed part by part. First there is a ride waiting for her as Omar informs, the secret has him in good spirits as he exchanges greetings with Rukzaar. They leave Anwar behind looking comparatively glum, to cover for their absence and manage the wedding till their return . Amrit doesn't miss the solemn look that is exchanged between them or the serious nod Omar gives his brother. Between the three Siddiquie brothers he might be the most easy going one, yet Omar always knew where the line of duty was drawn.
