Started Typing On - 4/01/2019

Chapter 42- They Saw Love

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Kiaan's Pov: (Because some of you requested for his POV!)

'Life is never stable my child. One day you'll be happy the next you'll be sad. You can't predict anything or change your fate. But you can change your decision that may lead you in trouble or sadness.' (Ps, I just made that up! Quote by, Yash :)

Those were my grandfather's word. He looked at everything in a different angle. He told me, 'you can't change your faith.' In the same time he used to say 'you can change your decisions.' I never understood his poetic language, never tried to any ways.

Decision.

The word sounds so serious, strong and sometimes even dangerous depending on the situation you are in.

I also made a decision. Decision of marrying Jaanvi. Yes, I never thought about divorce even though I wasn't in a stable relationship with her. We never communicated without fighting or disagreeing with each other, not even now. So definitely now that I'm married to her this question never runs around my head.

There's no confusion.

It's very clear that I'll never let her go.

I can't imagine divorcing her. She may, but I can't.

Yes, we may never move forward with this relation because of our own ego problems, which I'm very well aware of but I just enjoy having her by my side.

I feel comfortable. Comfortable because she's not a stranger. I've known her since she was a baby.

Ok that made me look old. I take that back.

I've known her since childhood. There's this different comforting level between us knowing the fact you'll live your whole life with someone you know. Maybe not from inside but least you've seen them around to feel calm. I felt that. Everyday.

I was hundred percent sure I'll never forget to smile coming back from work seeing her face. Her weird expressions. Biting her lips in confusion with her finger tapping her face in a thinking expression. Her glare, when she tried to act all strong, strict and powerful in front of me as a lady inspector.

A smile creped on my face remembering her face. I was inside the bathroom washing my face. The reflection on the mirror justified how happy I was with her till now. How happy I am.

Imagine the strange overwhelming feeling of remembering someone's face, bringing automatic smile on your face for no reason.

Her stupid behaviour was one of the major reasons why I couldn't forget her. Living across the ocean yet, I remembered her voice, her eyes rolling at me in an annoyed way. Jaanvi showing me her tongue, booing me as I fell down on the ground, hitting my back.

Making me fall, face wards on the mud at fourteen by putting her leg on my way. I still remember her laughter echoing in my ears. It was so relaxing, like birds humming into a famous tune. She looked so happy. It was the first time I noticed how beautiful she looked. The first time I realise, 'damn she's a girl!' If I tell her this now I'm sure she'd be super offended.

She always is.

I may have had a slight, little, little crush on her after the mud incident. Even if I was given a chance to confess to her I wouldn't have. The girl had ego problems. Rather than accepting my feelings or even rejecting it nicely, I was sure she would have spread the news everywhere to embarrass me. She always had this weird satisfaction of annoying me, or putting me in trouble. I never understood what the reason behind it was until now.

She found happiness in irritating me because it helped her forget her own problems. Problems which she never created. It was created by her fate.

I walked out the bathroom wearing new pair of white shirt and blue jeans. White can never go out of fashion. I was worried thinking she'll attack my house like a predator ready to rip of my grey, white and black walls. I knew her dislike for the colours. I thanked god for letting the slip out of my mind.

I made my way over to the living room seeing Jaanvi standing outside in the balcony. Burying herself in some deep, deep thought. Her back was facing me, but my judgment was right. She was standing straight, not moving her body at all looking down.

Cat's looking down and she looks down herself. My hand flew to my chest dramatically thinking, you're talented Kiaan. (If you don't understand let me explain; she was looking down at people but she also looked down-as in sad, dull and lonely.)

Damn we could probably fight with each other like this! (He's referring to the down-down thought.)

I took slow steps into the balcony not making any noise. Standing behind her I had many thoughts in my head. Questions if I correct myself. What is she thinking about? What's bothering Ariel now? Is it something related to her aunty? I huffed those questions away holding her shoulder tightly to tease her.

Sometimes a smile can help us divert our mind.

I honestly don't know if it's true but we can try....? If it doesn't work the least that could happen was she'll start panicking and end up falling off and die. But hey! This will help me learn whether that moto of mine works or not.

As expected, Mrs Overthinking started panicking. Not panicking, she started shivering as if I was Stefan Salvatore ready to drink her blood.

I do like bloody red wine but no. Hell no! The women's most likely to dominate the god so she could come back to earth with long black hair covering her face like those typical witches, white long saree (Indian dress) and that Annabelle smile just to haunt me. Till I die.

I understood one thing, I prefer the living Jaanvi then the zombie witch one. I bet she took those vows to seriously that she'll use them against me in future.

Kiaan imagining things

"Kiaan please come here. I need someone to hug me." She spread her arms in front of me, pouting.

"Umm, I think I'll pass." I smiled cheekily, ready to leave the room leaving my sick wife alone.

"Come here you donkey!" She yelled sitting on the bed. "You promised right in front of five hundred people to look after me no matter what!" she yelled throwing the pillows at me as I tried to dodge them quickly. "'I promise to love and cherish you for as long as I live. Your happiness is my happiness, and your sorrow is my sorrow. I will trust and honour you, and will strive to fulfil all your wishes,' now where are your promises huh? I'm sick so you're running away from me? Why because you don't want the flu? What type of husband are you?"

"The sm-smart one?" I hesitantly replied not wanting to anger my women even more than she already was.

"Shut up! Shut up y-you donkey! I am sick, i-I want some love and your running away from me as if I'm covered with ants!" She screamed getting up from the bed. Walking towards me she sneezed over five times, rubbing her nose with her hands. "All I wanted was a hug!"

"But i-if i-I get s-sick who will look after you?" I tried to reason, moving back a little hitting my back on the wall. Damn you wall! Dhruv suggested me to shift in the other room but I was the idiot who preferred this small room!

"But I want a hug." She whispered, wrapping her arms around me. "If I go down, I'll bring you along husband." She unwrapped her arms around me, smiling wickedly.

Back to present

"I was scared." She accepts breaking my train of thoughts. I smiled, breathing in relief knowing it was just a dream. But this women is crazy.

Very crazy.

"Good." I replied, not glancing at her. I sat on the couch changing the channels just to keep my gaze away from her. The frown on her face made her look exceptionally beautiful. Without even trying, I may add. The normal frown was enough to kill anyways.

Well, I'm only alive because I give better frowns and death glare.

The game has to be fair right? Only fire can play with fire.

She didn't die that means my idea of scaring her worked. The thin lines that were formed on her forehead were now gone replaced with a narrowed eye looking at me. I decided to keep the teasing going on so she'd forget about whatever she was thinking a few minutes ago.

From childhood to now, she's always been irritating me so I thought, two can play the game. I started instigating her even more bringing that Y game she started at her house. Now the Y was replaced by the K, don't ask me why. (See what I did there *smirks*)

As assumed. Miss Hulk got violent. If it was possible, I could kind of see red mini hulks jumping out of her ear ready to attack me.

What have I done? I'm a poor, innocent and a loving guy.

I blocked the cushion behind me so she couldn't use it to physically abuse me. I had to save my model looking face, it's very rare for average guys to have it, you know? No! I'm not average. I'm the Rajput.

Jaanvi who was sitting beside me but looking at my face, was now reaching out for the cushion behind my hand. She was so eager to hit me that she didn't realise she was now over my lap. If she moved her weight below she'd be sitting on my lap.

It happened so quick that my laughter died away from her 'women,' statement. She definitely looked like a women. A very beautiful one but she didn't behave like one. Sensible lady's think before speaking. Before eating, she doesn't think. If it was in her hand she'd eat cake twenty-four seven as her breakfast, lunch and dinner. She does weird expressions without even feeling embarrassed. As if it's normal.

"Give it to me." She gritted her teeth at me. I hadn't seen her face ever this close to me. Her eyes, were like two inches away from him. If I was asked to describe her gorgeous little dark brown orbs I'm sure I could write a whole book about it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

I saw a fearless women. A fearless women's eyes, hiding many emotions. Behind the most beautiful brown eyes were layers of tears. Loneliness, perhaps she missed her mother. And a child. A child that wanted to live. Live to the fullest. A child who hadn't enjoyed  her life as a kid-She behaved like a child because she never lived like one.

It hit me harder than I could realise. Her behaviour wasn't in her control. It was all because of her heart, the heart that ached for love, for friendship and for the most important thing, her childhood.

She never had one. She was always worried about her aunty pulling some sort of stunt against her or her mute helpless father who himself was alone.

Those two souls that looked happy in the public eyes were crying and breaking from inside. Uncle was possibly worried about Jaanvi's future including his own tough life without a wife. And Jaanvi was breaking because of the growing fear of hurting her father in any way because of Rashi's mother.

She was the girl, who hadn't lived.

I breathe out heavily, throwing the lump away that was forming in my throat. My chest felt heavy. Not because she was so close to me but because her eyes. They were speaking. Speaking unspoken words. Words, sentences, and descriptions she hid all her life not to look weak.

I hadn't cried from inside after my grandfather died but today, her eyes, without even using her mouth made me cry. From inside.

The guilt of not being there for her. Not being able to help in any way. Not being able to live in India close to her was ripping my heart out. What if I stayed? May-maybe one day she would have opened up to me?

My eyes were trying to communicate with her since my mouth couldn't utter a single word. My words were clutched inside my throat, not wanting to come out.

I wanted to tell her that I was here.

I was here to hold her when she fell.

I was here to hug her tears away.

I was here to remove her frown replaced by a smile.

I wanted to hug her to sleep so she wouldn't fear any clowns.

I wanted to be with her, so she'd live. Live the way she wanted to without any boundaries.

I was snapped out of my thought seeing her natural red pinkish lips biting itself. The nervousness was clear in her face without any doubt. If I didn't see it wrong, I'm sure she opened her mouth to say something but closed it moving her gaze to my neck.

She was noticing my mole.

I wanted to smile but the wave of her sadness didn't let me. I may have caused this. I wasn't there for her when she needed a friend.

All this time I kept my dark gaze on her, I knew it was making her uncomfortable but I couldn't stop. I hadn't blinked, I didn't want to. What if I blinked and she was gone? Gone like my grandfather? My stare had lowered her eyes feeling insecure.

She was the last person I wanted to feel insecure with me.

I cupped her face, her eyes quickly flung up looking into mine strongly. Questions were written all over her face, with her eyes wide awake from my hands touching her face. I pulled her closer, our nose which were only two inches away were now touching. Mine warm ones against her cold ones from standing outside in the balcony for so long.

Our brown eyes not breaking eye contact, keeping it strong and intimate. Intimate because words weren't spoken to describe the emotions running all over our body, yet we felt connected and together. My eyes weren't ready to scan anything else around the room rather than held a gaze on hers. Only hers.

It's been probably over a minute staring at each other still none of us blinked. It was like the world would rip us apart if we blinked for even a second.

For once, just once, I thought-I saw, love.

She didn't had to feel insecure with me because, I was hers. I was Ariel's.

Married My Enemy

Kiaan can be crazy, weird and childish at times but you have to agree that he knows how to handle any situation properly. Better than Jaanvi can. Agreed?

Are you in love with Kiaan? Now...?