Fix You [AmDheer OS]

Hello folks! Tannu here. Writing my fifth OS on this forum 

So, AmDheer might be torn apart soon for a triangle 😒

This story could be seen as my farewell, incase moving forward, times dont seem too swell 💔

The title is from a song that I love a lot ~ Fix You by Coldplay 🤗

This story is to remind us that everyone has a right to move on and be happy, especially if you have people around you that care about you 

Hope you like it. Would appreciate any criticism and/or feedback 

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Plot: This is an AU story based in the midst of the Partition 1947.  Amrit and Randheer took the refugee train right after her parents and Chachaji were brutally killed in the riots while escaping from their house, and are now living together in a camp in Puraani Dilli. There was no marriage involved in this case, it was a mere coincidence that Randheer had come to Lahore to cover some more news about the first-ever Independence Day for Ullu Lal and found himself entangled in such a perilous situation. His parents are safe and moved to Kutch safely from Karachi. AmDheer got separated from VashMay and Radha as they were in different compartments, and then were escorted by the police to a nearby camp where thousands were stuck together, but all were unknown faces in the crowd. Amrit is now finally having time to come to terms with the loss of her family, whose last rites also she could not see, since they were forced to escape for the sake of survival. Randheer is trying to encourage her to see that atleast she is alive, is not alone, and can take the legacy forward of the painful Partition.  

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Days passed. Months passed. A year passed. Then again, since most of her family had died, and those who remained were untraceable, none of those time periods were special anymore, they were merely long dreary hours blurring together into one pathetic existence. She remembered birthdays, anniversaries, traditional festivals, those days in summer when VashRit would skip school and have icecream after Uday Veerji's hockey practices, but not let him take a single bite..and then tease Kiranbala about how she missed out coz she was done with school..aah..those were such great times. Amrit spent this year mostly writing and helping to do sewa at the nearest Gurudwara, and sleep deprivation since she got nightmares about that fateful night and how her Bauji pushed her aside harshly when he saw the rioters surround them, asked her to run, and died with a scar that probably also had her name on it. 

Due to preferring to stay on her own and cutting off contact with everyone around her, she sort of developed a short temper and was seemingly irritated at the world outside of her social service. Worst of all, laughter had left her eyes. No one could get a laugh or even a smile out of her. Any attempts at trying to revive the good-natured Amrit were received with a blank stare or an infuriated glare.

It seemed that nothing could cheer her up. Of course, her family’s death was tragic and she deserved to be upset over it, but everyone in the camp too, was getting increasingly worried about her terrible gloom, since she seemed to be eating and sleeping very less, neglecting her health, and maybe losing her purpose in living anymore. One afternoon, Randheer found her sitting with her back against a tree near the Gurudwara she served at, concentrating solely on her writing.

"Ah, good morning, Ranjhan ji." he said in his usual teasing manner, half a grin on his face. Amrit didn't look up. He sat in the grass across from her, leaning over her diary to see what she was writing. She took her free hand and gently shoved his head out of the way.

"Not now, Randheer." she muttered. "I'm busy." He did not comply to her request and even tapped on her page.

"What might my dearest Ranjhan be writing today? Another story of true love, I suppose?" Randheer asked, half curious and half trying to annoy her enough to get her to look up. She let out a small sigh. Without looking up, she shoved him away again, with more force this time. Once again, he moved close enough for her to notice him. This time, he was reading over her shoulder.

"Let me guess," he continued. "A tangewala? A burquewali? Meet like strangers, leave like friends and slowly become the love of each other’s lives?!"

"GO AWAY RANDHEER! GO AWAY RANDHEER! JUST GO! LEAVE!." she repeated over and over, with her hands on her diary to block what she was writing and talking over him as he continued to guess. Suddenly, there was silence. She looked up, hoping he had gone. He was still there, grinning wide at her from where he had placed himself, across her.

"You stupid boy!" she cried in exasperation, hitting him with her diary. Randheer lifted his hands in defense, trying to get up. He was still laughing. She got up to chase after him as he ran across the yard.

"How dare you laugh at me!" she yelled as she ran after him, diary in hand. Randheer fell down, his laughter echoing around them. She took this as an opportunity to hit him again before sighing and sitting next to him. Randheer looked up to see a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Amrit Sahani soon-to-be Raizada, are you smiling?" he said in mock surprise.

"No!" she used her diary to hide her face, her shoulders starting to shake with suppressed giggles. Randheer sat up.

"No, you're laughing! Don't you dare laugh, Amrit! You managed to be serious for several weeks, don't give up all your hard work now!" he teased. Amrit tried to glare at him, but ended up dissolving into a fit of giggles. As her laughter subsided, she stared at her counterpart.

"I knew I'd make you laugh." Randheer grinned at her.

"You're that conceited, are you? You sound rather sure of yourself." she teased.

"Of course I'm sure of myself. I made you laugh, didn't I?"

"Oh. Right. Good point." she sighed softly.

"You needed to smile and you know it." he reminded her.

"I was perfectly content in my world of somber depression, just so you know." she protested. Randheer was silent for a moment. She looked up at him.

"What?" she asked.

"Everyone was worried about you, Amrit."

"What for? My family died, Randheer. I have every right to be upset for as long as I need."

"It just seemed unnatural, okay? Even Amma there smiles once in a while. If anyone should be depressed, its her. Her entire family was cut into pieces in front of her eyes in the train in close quarters." As he finished the last sentence, he noticed a change in the look in Amrit's eyes.

"What exactly are you saying? Are you implying that I don't deserve to mourn my family this long? Do you even know how it is like to not even get to see them for the last time before their last rites are conducted? I did not even get that right, Bhanu Veerji does not even know, I don’t even know how to find him and Mogar Bua and Kiranbala and tell them what happened and you know what? You do not seem to care enough coz your parents are safe in Kutch and you have gotten a letter from them as proof of their existence. I do not even know if Bhanu Veerji, Bhabhiji and the baby is still alive, if Mogar Bua and Kiranbala even made it this far to the border. Heck! I do not even know where Uday Veerji, Vashma and Radha Chachiji are right now, or if they are okay after being forced to leave their newborn baby Vani behind with Baig Chacha and Chachi to save it from being killed, because we got separated in that horrific train journey where all I remember is blood and bones around me." Her voice started to rise angrily.

"No, let me explain, I-" he started.

"No. You don't need to explain. I get it. And since you were so curious, I am just writing about my experiences based on the Partition and how all of us are bodies without souls after all the trauma and suffering that we have had to undergo in our lives." she got up, starting to walk away. Randheer got up and followed her and grabbed her arm to stop her. She spun around to face him.

"Randheer, I don't care what you have to say." she protested, the words catching in her throat.

"Whether you care or not, just listen to me. Please, Amrit." he said. Amrit didn't meet his eyes. "Please…" he whispered.

"Fine. Fine, I'll listen." she sighed. She wouldn't look at him, knowing he was right and she was wrong, no matter what he was going to say.

"We're all worried about you. Yes, you're supposed to be upset over all of this, but not in such a permanent sense…" he tried to explain.

"So you all think I'm depressed."

"Well… yes, but-"

"But I shouldn't be because I just lost everything that mattered to me the most? My Bauji, Beeji, Chachaji, and have no clue about the rest of the Sahani clan?" she concluded, sarcasm and hurt dripping from her voice.

"What did I tell you about listening?" Randheer glared at her. Amrit looked at her feet again, embarrassed. Randheer continued speaking.

"Don't you get it? We're worried because we care. We want you to be okay. It doesn't matter who else is upset or why or for how long. All that matters is that your sadness is going to end up causing trouble in one way or another and we want to protect you so it doesn't happen."

"So now you're saying I need protection? What, I can't handle myself? I can't survive on my own?" her reply was harsh, though a bit half-hearted.

"Amrit…" Exasperation entered Randheer's voice. Amrit bit her lip sheepishly.

"Sorry.."

"Just think about it, okay? I am glad you are using your writing as a coping mechanism, but you need to also interact with the outside world, because we are all here to build a better future from the ruins we have been dealt so far. We want you to be okay, we want you to know that we are WITH you, and you do not have to believe you are alone in any of this. I want you to be okay…" And with that, he pushed past her and into the house. She stood there for quite some time, thinking long and hard about Randheer's words. He was right. They weren't accusing her of being weak or saying that she shouldn't be upset. They were simply worried about her. And maybe she would never fully cheer up, but maybe she could at least try.

A minute later, the door opened and Randheer poked his head outside.

"Amrit?" he asked. She snapped out of her thoughtful daze and looked at him.

"Yes?"

"Are you coming inside or not? It is Khichdi day today, and it is getting cold." he smiled slightly. Amrit smiled back and nodded, following her boy who had made her see the truth.

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will read this one after doing with your previous ones

Pure bliss ❤️ This is technically AmDheer OS but all I can see is a PLOT, a STORY and EMOTIONS which is missing in the original show at the moment when it comes to AmDheer.. 

Ok now I am going to sleep while imagining VashRit skipping school, having ice cream and not letting Uday take a single bite..  

Thanks for reading 🤗

Thank you sooooooo much! 

Look forward to your response 😳

This made me so emotional😭 I dont know how ill watch those episodes. Even after watching Dastaan I was disturbed for days Cant imagine what these characters must go through

I hope you write on vashmay too

Beautiful Story.  I Like Amdheer. But The Writers Themselves Ruined Their Own Show.  Do Write More Stories  On This Forum.

Thank you for reading 

You wont have an issue on watching them tbh. 

Barring one or two episodes, they dont showcase any of the actual brutalities. 

Yes, I am writing for all 😊

Thank you for reading