Hey guys!
Here is the next part of Amdheer OS. It's a little different approach on their relation...though I love the pre-partion amdheer of the show, I wanted to write a little romantic piece. So here it is....though it did not turn out as expected, I hope that you'll will enjoy.
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Regards
Roshni

Amrit POV
The day was almost coming to the end. The birds were chirping and happily returning back home. The sun was to set any moment, leaving the colourful hues to be enveloped by the darkness. The moon was going to light up the sky and let the lovers enjoy the bliss.

Like everyday I was not in the terrace watching the sunset....it was surely the time when I would sit in merry and write as Ranjhan. Ah, reminds me of the fraud that was being carried out in my name. Just because I was not revealing myself to the world, people are taking the advantage.
I had promised to help Randheer Raizada meet Ranjhan...intact I was ready to trust him with my secret yet he betrayed me. He found another Ranjhan and was happily using the fake Ranjhan to earn his bread. I felt horrible, I loved him, not because he was my fiance but because he was honest, worth being loved. Turned out that I was wrong.

I wanted him to tell me who this new Ranjhan was, I wanted to punish the imposter for this mistake. When I thought it was not possible to find that imposter, destiny had other plans....Randheer suggested that I should come to his radio station during the recording and meet Ranjhan. How did he even know I wanted meet Ranjhan? All I asked him was about who this Ranjhan was.

As the sun set I sat in my room, away from the terrace....not writing, I felt as though my identity was being snatched. I was determined to meet the imposter, I decided to sneak out...none should know that I went to meet Ranjhan.

My family, was orthodox, though they allowed me to study, to live life to the fullest I knew that my father detested Ranjhan, he did not like the thoughts of the new generation. And I did not want any stain on my fathers name just because for my intention to teach the imposter a lesson.

I donned the burkha and walked out of the back exit of my house. I pulled my best friend Vashma with me to the radio station. I knew I had to rush, I was late in leaving and of course I have to run to meet Ranjhan.

Hidden behind the pillars  I watched the recording happen, but where was Ranjhan. Randheer introduced Ranjhan but I did not find anyone around.

I was heart broken...I loved him dearly without any expectations but he lied to me. I was feeling cheated....betrayed. there was no Ranjhan....no one, no imposter I was thinking about. It was him, Randheer Raizada who was playing around. He was speaking as Ranjhan in the radio....he had muffled the mic.
I turned my back to the pillar and cried for trusting him. Though the pillar hid him from my sight, it couldn't hide his betrayal. It was surely not because of him acting as Ranjhan that hurt, it was my foolishness that hurt me. For once I forgot that I shouldn't have trusted him based on his letter that dropped in every month without fail. I should have judged him after meeting him, I should have never trusted him. Glass once broken can't be fixed again and similarly trust can't be gained again.

I walked out in sorrow. I could not bear the betrayal. Vashma pulled me back home.....I was literally lifeless. What should I grieve more, the pain of knowing that your fiancee was not trustworthy or the pain of betrayal. She pulled my limp body to my room and put me to sleep. But did she realise that I had lost my sleep for days now, I wouldn't be able to close my eyes and get some proper sleep.

The night was going to pass in turning and twisting, it shall pass in looking for answers to question I would have loved to ask him. But I dare not try to ask him, it's not that I don't have the courage, it's just that I don't want to face him anymore.

Randheer POV
The evening was again beautiful as every evening, reciting the stories of Ranjhan filled me with zeal. They were new thoughts penned down as stories just so that even the smallest person could understand. And this is why I admired Ranjhan. She was just an amazing writer, not because of her writing but because of her ideas of new world, because of her ideas of freedom.

I was trying to find Ranjhan from almost two months. Intact I was here in Lahore only because I wanted to meet Ranjhan and know her inspiration to write such stories. I wanted to know how she weaved heavy messages in simple stories. I wanted to meet her....

Alas, there was no sort of success in my ways of finding Ranjhan. But finally Amrit decided to help me but that did not happen either.

I was desperate to introduce Ranjhan to the world...I wanted everyone, educated and non educated to hear to the stories and derive lessons to live life differently. And I decided to go ahead with my plan.

Little did I know that my plan was going to hurt someone, it was going to ruin the relation we share. After the recording, I walked out of the station only to find a shiny bracelet by the pillar. Instantly I recognised it to Amrit's...how can I forget it? That bracelet was the only thing that kept me connected to her even when I did not know her.
How many instances has the bracelet let me know that it's her....the first time I saw her in the market, her beautiful eyes that had tried to peep into my soul....her fingers that tried to ruin my show....her fingers joined in the symbol of super gave me a compliment and ran away. It was the first time I was lost in someone's eyes, what a beautiful pair of eyes. The bracelet made an appearance once again, the next day in the car. Her carefree self threw the hands out of the window and enjoyed the breeze. The bracelet moved along with her hands and produced some amazing music. The next time the bracelet showed up, it was just in front of my eyes, hardly any distance, and then my eyes registered the image, every time I think about her, the bracelet would play like a flim in front of me. And then that bracelet helped me meet Amrit, all the while I was looking was a Burkewali with the bracelet and turned out to be Amrit Sahani.

I picked the bracelet and safely kept it in my pocket. I knew she came for seeing Ranjhan, but Why? Did she not know Ranjhan, she was supposed to help me meet Ranjhan. I went to Lalaji's place only to find it quiet....usually the house would be in buzz, Amrit and her best friend Vashma would be jumping around and Uday would be running behind them, even though they were old enough to not play like kids, they never left the opportunity to do so. But today the entire picture was different, literally no one was talking, nor was there any sort of excitement.

Amrit the chirpy girl wasn't around, the girl whose quest knowledge and news never ended was missing the last news of the day. Something was surely wrong and I knew it was me who was responsible.

Unable to bear the guilt I sat in the terrace and played my mouthpiece, my solace for now. Ranjhan would have been the ideal person to talk to but I don't even know her.

She was here in the terrace....Amrit wasn't sleeping....I ran to her. She refused to even look at me. Ah,  she was very angry. But i did not understand why I was worried so much if she was angry.

"Amrit suniye toh" I stopped her by putting my hands on the way.

"Hum dokhebaaz se baat nahi karte!" She called me a betrayer. I know I hurt her but why is she making me a wrong guy.

"Amrit humne apko dokha nahi diya....par agar apko lagta hai toh thik hai....Hum maafi mangte hai." And I held my ear, apologizing.

"Apko kya lagta hai, ki aap maafi mangenge aur hum maan jayenge?"

"Pehle yeh toh batayiye ki aap naraaz hai kyu?"

"Humne kaha na humne nahi karni baat"

"Amrit agar apko Ranjhan wali baat se gussa aa raha hai toh hume maafi de dijiye....hum sach mein Ranjhan ko hi pesh karna chahte the parantu hume mili hi nahi."

"Isliye apne khud ko Ranjhan samjh liya?"

"Nahi humne bas unki kahani apne awaaz mein sab tak pahuncha diya...hum toh bas yeh chachte the ki ranjhan ki kahaniyan sab tak pahunche aur isiliye hume aisa kiya."
I held her hand and continued.

"Jaise apko gussa aya ki humne aise kiya waise hi Ranjhan ko bhi aaya hoga....aur hum chahte the ki Ranjhan iss baat se humse milne aaye....koi bhi lekika apni pehchan nahi chodegi....isliye humne yeh kiya..."

"Ab toh hume maafi milegi?"

"Nahi...."
And she ran away.

"Amrit shayad aap kuch bhul rahi hai..."

" Kya?"
I held the bracelet out.

"Yeh!"

"Apke paas kaise?"

"Kuch cheeze chupaye nahi chupti"

"Kya matlab apka?"

"Hum toh iss bracelet ki baat kar rahe the....apne kya socha?"

"Nahi kuch nahi....dijiye hume" and she extended her palm.

"Agar apko yeh chahiye toh humse khud lena hoga..."

I started running. She chased me. Jumping through the things kept in the terrace I ran towards the end of the terrace.

She ran behind me only to collide into me and loose her balance. Involuntarily I held her by her waist tightly. The sudden touch sent shivers down my spine. It felt good, there was some sort of peace with her so close to me. She was scared enough to clutch my shirt and hide her face into my chest. As her grip became firm, the wind dropped the dupatta on us. Here we are at the edge of the terrace, she in my hands with the dupatta over us. My heart was beating fast, was too fast and so was here. We were in a trance.

She realised her position and broke away, feeling awkward we could not meet each other's eyes...she blushed and was ready to run but I had no intentions whatsoever to leave her. I pulled her by holding her wrist, she fell on me and blushed. Ours eyes spoke their own language....we were surely in a trance.

"Toh apko apki bracelet nahi chahiye?"

" Hum..ne...humne toh le liya!"

"Kaise? Kab...Abhi toh humare paas tha"

"Le...kin...lekin ab humare pa..as hai"

"Accha thik hai par hume maaf kiya na apne?"

"Nahi!"

"Amrit ab toh maaf bhi kijiye...humne apki bracelet bhi lauta diya..."

"Hum sochenge." And she ran away.

"Amrit Sahani, Kya jaadu kar diya apne ki hume apke paas hone se itna sukoon milta hai? "

After all the turmoil of hurting her, I was happy...way too happy and this happiness surely translated into good sleep with beautiful dreams.