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Started Typing On - 20/02/2019 (6.24 PM)

Chapter 60- Lover Or Stalker?

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Author's Pov:

"Why should I?" She heard his voice, closer to her ear. His tone had become lighter than usual, a sigh of danger or something mischief running around his head. Jaanvi wasn't stupid to think he's joking, obviously he wasn't. Expected. Her breath hitched not knowing how to react. Happy? Nervous? Worried? Or what? The real reason behind her confusion was her feelings. I don't love him. Yes, I like him but love? She dreamt of this day to be filled with passion love in her eyes and her spouse, but she didn't feel the love blurring out the objects around them.

She wasn't quite sure whether she loved him at all.

He, Kiaan, has been in love with her over ten years. Ten years of waiting. Waiting to be with her, to see her, smile seeing her laugh just be there for her. Now that he's been married to her, got to know her in these few days he had a hard time trying to control himself around her. He promised himself to wait, wait until Jaanvi feels the same way for him as he does but she was so tempting to even ignore or maintain distance.

Her brown deep, earthy brown eyes, just like the colour of earth. Beautiful earth. All he ever wanted to do was drown into those orbs. Those orbs which diverted his attention from everything, even swimming, and they still do. Shining in the sunlight and captivating at night, under the small lamp. They were his eyes to watch his whole life.

The types of eyes, that just dragging you onto your feet for someone.

Her lips were pale pink, reminding him of roses. They weren't full, or small, just the medium size which he was addicted to after tasting. The first when he kissed her, all he felt was and thought about was, 'Where were you all my life?' Her lips had ignited fire all over his body, every time he touched his lips, all he wanted was to claim hers so he remembers the taste, and feels all those emotions one by one.

Just the thought of kissing her had sent a sensual feeling down his body, having a strong urge of kissing her, touching her. She was his drug.

He neglected all of that. Her eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, her face, her body, everything. He waited, and waited, patiently for her. For years.

Flash Back- Kiaan was 25 over here! Jaanvi was 23

"What are you looking at Ma?" Kiaan asked his mum, seeing her and his father boring into the phone with so much interest. What has caught their attention? Loosening his tie around his neck, irritating him, he walked over to his parents. Looking over their shoulders he saw them looking at a picture.

He sighed, rolling his eyes. Boring old, wedding pictures. He thought, ready to walk into his room to freshen up, just then his eyes caught a girl. He took a step back, putting his face on his mother's shoulder while she sat on the couch.

"Beautiful? Isn't she?" She questioned, noticing Kiaan lost.

"Jaanvi?" He muttered, taking the phone away from his mother's hold.

"Yes," His father replied with a cheerful voice. "Ansh sent us picture from Nirmla's daughter's wedding, we couldn't make it so he sent these over. Jaanvi has grown up now, look at her." He smiled, seeing Kiaan zooming into the photo. "Zooming in wouldn't make her come over here Kiaan." He joked, taking the phone away from him.

He shook his head, denying the fact that he actually wanted her in New York. "Oh please," he scoffed. "Jaanvi is just an enemy, I mean look at her! Who wears a lehenga to someone else's wedding?" even though he knew he doesn't make sense or has a valid point, he didn't want his parents to get false hope of anything.

(The lehenga Jaanvi wore)

"She looks beautiful, and you know it Kiaan." His mother laughed, walking into the kitchen. Muttering a small 'whatever,' he walked into his room.

The rest of the evening he couldn't concentrate on his work. The only thing running around his head was, Jaanvi. Kiaan didn't admit it but he surely found her breath taking. Opening up Facebook he typed, Jaanvi Ahuja. He had to scroll through the last, finally finding her account. He noticed her profile picture was uploaded yesterday, with over thirty comments. Better not be guys. He bit his lip, already getting angry.

There she wore a green lenenga with a green blouse, her chunni (scarf) was see through and yellow. Oh how badly he groaned in frustration, earning a yell from his younger brother. "I know you have temper issues but shut the fuck up Naan!"

"And you mind your language Dhruv!" his mother yelled back at his brother from the living room.

"Sorry!" Kiaan yelled back for disturbing the others. You shouldn't have worn that Jaanvi. I need a shower. The whole night he stalked her profile. From checking her posts, statues to photos. He noticed the pattern about her account, she hardly uploaded photos but whenever she did she gave credit to a girl named 'Aditi Shah,' her best friend? He thought. Most of her pictures were with either her father, Ansh or with Aditi.

She comes online at eight PM every night. He noted to himself after realising most of her comments on others pictures, posts and liked were given after eight PM. Even though he really wished to send her a request, his ego stopped him. She'll use this against me whenever I meet her.

Since that day, it became his habit to stalk her profile daily, not before deleting the search history so his family doesn't find out.

It was his, pretty little secret.

Flash Back End

We often make promises, and they're often made to break. Kiaan wanted to do the same right now. He nuzzled his head on her neck, breathing in her scent. Rose. Just like her rosy lips. He released a groan, losing control in her. And over her. He noticed and caught how her chest stiffened, it wasn't rising up and down. She held her breath in.

It was either control, hide it all inside you until you explode into pieces or let it out and see the outcome.

He had controlled himself for ever. Since they were teenagers, till being twenty-five and stalking her every day for two years, and even now, having her roaming around his house, with the title of his wife yet not being able to love her. I have controlled enough. He thought, as his wet, soft lips touched her smooth skin.

She felt hot breath on her neck at first, then she felt his lips brushing into her warm, hot skin, now burning as it made contact with her skin. A hand slid down her shoulders, goose bumps erupting in her skin as the hand slid down, and down, snaking under her waist, holding her tightly into place. Jaanvi gulped drily, shutting her eyes tight as she felt his hand going under her tight singlet, now on her bare waist.

She shivered from the hot contact on her skin. Nobody had ever touched her like that before. Nobody. It was unquestionable about being aware of going through this phase in your life, in her life but she couldn't understand anything.

His wet, kisses assault continued around her neck, sending feathery sensation all over her body. Trembling a little from the touch, the sticky ice cream still on her, and his hands caressing her waist, she clutched his shirt tightly in her hand as if her life depended on the hold.

"K-Ki-Kia-" Came her stuttering voice, a howl was received from him.

"Why?" he breathes, heavily. "Why is your voice like this? S-so soft, sweet and seductive at times Jaanvi?" The way his name rolled on her tongue drove him nuts every single day. Imagine how my name would sound like when she moans it out?

As he kisses her neck, a wave of pure love and pleasure runs down his body, all over his veins. She was intoxicating him without knowing it. He kisses her gently, making his way down, stopping once he sees the ice cream. Raising his eyes, gazing at the nervous Jaanvi with visible sweat on her forehead, he hides a chuckle.

"Is the ice cream bothering you?" Kiaan asked, dangerously low. Stretching every single word, huskily with his breath touching her skin, and lips making direct contact with the ice cream just above her cleavage. He smashed his hungry lips on the ice cream, pulling the stickiness away from her body.

"K-Ki--" Jaanvi's trembling hangs flung into his shoulders, not quiet pushing him but holding it in an arm length distance so he doesn't come too close. She didn't want him to stop, but at the same time she had no clue on what to do. I shouldn't make a fool of myself. Her brown eyes, hiding underneath her eyelids from his gaze.

"Hmmm." He hummed, in a raspy loud tone. He moved his hand upwards from her waist, she trembled into his touch, lifting her body a little bit, not realising this only made her job easier. "Are you impatient there, Ariel?" He smirked on her skin. The tension she felt was now oozing out at the mention of 'Ariel,' oh, how much she loved it when he called her that. It reminded her of their childhood moments. It made her feel special.

A grin flattered across her lips, biting her lower lip with so much force that the fresh and healthy blood came out. She wiped the metallic taste quickly before Kiaan could notice.

"I've always wished to love you, Ariel." He said under his breath, licking the sweet ice cream off of her skin. The ice cream could have been wiped away in two licks but he purposely took longer. He wanted her to feel what he felt, for, years.

His gestures weren't even extreme but it still sent a very pit, knots tying inside her stomach. A wave of unexperienced emotions splashing her.

One lick, and sucking her skin her moved his face away from her skin. It was tough but he did it. Feeling the increasing distance between her skin and his lips, she let out a breath she held in for god knows how long. The pressure building inside her chest, lungs, was now out.

His wife's eyes flung open when she felt his hand ready to unhook her bra. Her eyes opened in horror, gazing at him who looked back at her with strong expressions. The expressions held many emotions, emotions that she felt running inside her body and driving her crazy but one she caught, reading. He was blankly looking at her with a straight face, he always did that when he was angry or reading the person in front of him.

"I-I--" feeling her dry throat, she zipped her mouth as the words left her lips with a stutter. A little drop of sweat dripped down her forehead, making it's way down her cheeks.

Kiaan's eyes were still locked on her, but the next thing he did surprised her. His fingertip caught, or you could say touched the water drop, bring it closer to his lips, he sucked on it. Still looking at Jaanvi, with a dark expression. "I won."

Her eyes blinked many times before she made a confused face. "I finished the bowl of noodles first." He knew it was a tie, definitely it was but this was his only chance to force the victory on himself. Jaanvi wouldn't argue with him in this state, with emotions flowing over her.

As expected, she answered lowly. "Yes. Y-you did."

"Remember the reward?" he questioned, keeping a stern yet black face, boring into the earthy brown eyes, falling in love with them again.

"W-what?"

"Will you give it to me?" Kiaan questioned, in a businessmen tone. The way he said it, she knew he's not joking. Nodding in return he said, "I get to kiss you whenever, wherever I want and I get to--" he paused, sliding his hand from her bra, towards her neck, his hand still under her singlet. Grabbing her neck, holding it gently he brought her face closer to his. Whispering in her ear before he kissed it, he said, "Touch you."

Her expression was like she found out a brother had murder his sister due to some misunderstanding, basically like the world was turning around her. Spinning, as the floor slipped away. Even being in this situation, knowing she'll lose she said, "No." Shaking her head.

"No?" he chuckled, lightly, yet darkly. Touching his nose to hers, her lips just an inch away. Even having the strong desire to taste them, feel them on his own, touch them, he ignored it saying, "You don't have a choice, Jaan." He whispered her nickname, kissing her nose. "We're alone, in this house. In this country. You'll always be alone with me for least eight hours a day."

She narrowed her eyes at him, firmly holding his shoulders. "You sound so different, are you possessed by some caveman?" she raised her voice. She could tolerate everything, but not orders. Requests can be understandable, and appreciated. Orders were like rude, mean and bold  commands. She hated ordering others and hated being ordered at.

"I've always been one." he whispered, smirking with satisfaction playing on his lips. He got up from her, Jaanvi's hand flung on her eyes, blocking the sudden brightness from the light above her. Before she could get up on her own, Kiaan bent down scooping her up in his arms.

"What?" came her afraid, shocked voice, wrapping her hands tightly around his neck to stay in place.

"I'm sleepy." He said in a duh tone, turning the light of from his knuckle. He walked into the hallway, gazing at her. Her eyes wide, and worried a little, noticing him looking at her she shifted her gaze to the corner. "Don't worry, I won't eat you." He chuckled, tightening his hold around her in a protective manner. "Not yet." The last sentence was like confession to her. Her lips trembled as if she was going to cry.

Mine. He thought, gazing down at his quiet little bird.

He laid her down, locking the door in an instant, the lock sound startling Jaanvi. "W-w-why did you lock it?" She questioned, burying herself under the duvet, trying to hide from Kiaan.

"I like to." He shrugged, like everything was ok, and normal. He made his way towards the bed, closing the main lights with just the two little lamps on their bedside table on. She saw his big figure making it's way to the bed, next to her. Covering her embarrassed face under the cloth she closed her eyes.

Two minutes had passed and she didn't hear him shuffle. Unusual. She thought but remained calm and in her place, clutching the duvet tightly. A hand made it's way to her thin waist, over the duvet making her flinch from the sudden contact.

"GHOST! GHOST! GHOST!" she screamed, taking the duvet of her body as she rose up from the bed ready to run out the room.

"It was only me Jaanvi." Kiaan replied, irritated sighing loudly. "It was my hand." He showed her his hands. She relaxed a little, touching her chest in fear. Heavy breaths left her mouth, as she sat down on the bed next to Kiaan. "Don't touch me!"

"I won the competition." He commented, narrowing his eyes.

"So? I don't car---no, no, i-I do care. Very much, I care so much that I'd worship you." She smiled, awkwardly moving back a little. The reason behind her sudden change of sentence was Kiaan, showing her his hands to grip her throat. I won't die young.

"Good girl." He smiled, putting the few strands of hair behind her ear. He held her hand, leading her to lay down peacefully. Once she was laying down, he laid next to her, gazing at the dark ceiling in their dark room. After a brief long silence he asked, "Can I sleep on you?"

"WHAT?" she nearly shouted, ready to get up from the bed when he trapped her with his strong, muscular arm on her stomach. "No, no, and no. Have you seem yourself? Wasn't I a little bird?"

"You are, and always would be." He grinned, shuffling his body to face her now, his weight on his left side of the body. "I wasn't going to fully la-"

"No." she cut him off, looking at the ceiling.

"Ok." He sounded disappointed to her. Was I too harsh?? Just when she thought to apologise, her body was as if crushing from his leg on her leg, and his hand wrapped around her stomach. "I'll sleep like this." He yawned, putting his head on her shoulder since he came to her level.

"What is wrong with you?" She asked, wanting to know why he was acting all love struck.

"Nothing." '-I just realised how much I love you and need you.' He smiled, kissing her shoulders before he fell asleep.

The journey of becoming one had now began.

Married My Enemy

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Ps, do you think Kiaan stalking Jaanvi's profile for two years creepy? Or cute?