Ps, I'm fine for all those worrying about my safety because of the Christchurch shooting that happened yesterday. I don't live near Christchurch, thankfully.

May all those 49 souls Rest In Peace. And that 28yr terrorist's balls should be cut off for killing those innocent Muslims. 

Started Typing On - 16/03/2019

Chapter 78- Husband Over Friend

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Author's Pov:

"I've been hearing symphonies
Before all I heard was silence"

And there was silent.

The traffic noise in India didn't touch her ears. The man outside their house shouting to her parents, asking if they wanted some juice but she couldn't hear that as well. Her ears were blocked, but she could hear only one sentence again and again, 'We are here to ask Aditi's hand in marriage for my son.'

It was the first time Juhi had ever smiled at Aditi. It wasn't a genuine, sweet smile though. It was a sinister, devil looking smile with trouble lurking beneath them. Aditi who stood in silence just kept looking Juhi right in the eye. Trying to read what was going inside the women's head. NO! I'm not going to be her goat!

"No! N-no. No!" She sternly said, her soft velvet voice raising every second she declined the offer. She shook her head violently, huffing in anger. She didn't want to get married right now. Not at twenty-five. She gave her parents one last death glare before walking out the house, slamming the door shut making everyone flinch.

"Maybe she's shy." Juhi smiled, siting back on her seat as Aditi's parents looked stunned by her angry behaviour for a quiet innocent girl.

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"Life was stringing me along
Then you came and you cut me loose
Was solo singing on my own
Now I can't find the key without you"

Jaanvi sang along the lyrics. Her voice was smooth and clear to Kiaan. And quiet yet powerful, as if she could relate to the lyrics. Like she understood the depth of every single word she uttered. Even though the song was extremely saddening it was soothing to his ears and her heart. Jaanvi always felt the pressure storing inside her lungs releasing slowly and calmly when she heard this song, as if she wished to speak out her feelings but couldn't. And this song helped her in every mood.

But he did find her voice soothing, calm and beautiful. It was like she was promising the tomorrow. The tomorrow that may not have him next to her. Or a tomorrow without Jaanvi. But it was still beautiful, and he wished that she wouldn't stop singing.

His wife's voice rolled over the hills in sorrowful waves. And the lumps forming in her throat rising up. He wasn't even paying attention to the lyrics. She didn't need any because her own voice was music of it's own filled with grace. He noticed, and hear clearly the haunting feelings of knowing that her voice brought out a fit of rang, of pain and sadness. Her hand went to her heart as if it was helping her to feel the music, the lyrics, help her to sing from her heart. From within.

"And now your song is on repeat
And I'm dancin' on to your heartbeat
And when you're gone, I feel incomplete
So if you want the truth"

Kiaan knows if he compliments her on her voice she'd just shrug, laughing it off saying 'you're saying it because I'm your wife.' Till now he felt butterflies in his stomach at the mention of 'his/your wife,' it still felt so unreal. He doesn't know if guys ever feel butterflies flying across their stomach but he does.

"I'm sorry if it's all too much
Every day you're here, I'm healing
And I was runnin' out of luck
I never thought I'd find this feeling
'Cause I've been hearing symphoni--" Her voice came to an abrupt stop noticing Kiaan putting the tray on the bed, just in front of her. He sat down across her, the tray in the middle smiling at her weakly.

"Pretty talented huh?" He joked, wriggling his eyebrows and his eyes boring into hers with a mischief gilt. 

She shrugged, as he expected. She took of his headphones, unplugging it as she placed his phone on the side of the bed. Faced down. She rubbed her face for a brief moment before meeting his protective and worried eyes.

"I like this song." She said it as if he wasn't aware of it. He didn't nod nor did he say anything. Picking up the plate filled with bread and omelette, passing it to her. She took it quickly, putting it on her lap. Just gazing at it.

"The painkiller won't help unless you eat." He murmured, pushing the glass of milk to her leg. She looked up at him in a sickened expression.

"Milk? Now?" She reached out for his phone, glancing at the screen showing nine twenty. "Kiaan no."

"You're drinking it. I don't like wasting time or money." He didn't let her argue, looking super serious towards her health.

"You drink it." She snarled, pushing the tray with milk towards him. It touched his kneecap as he sat in India style in front of her. "Look at you, khambha." (Pole) she muttered the last part under her breath, biting into the bread and omelette.

"This khambha was your favourite last night." (Pole) He pointed at himself just before pushing the tray closer to her. He slides her a look, dark eyebrows raised, his lips curled into a little smirk. He looks nice. He takes his plate, putting the omelette between the bread before biting into it. Fine, he looks hot when he does that. She lowered her gaze, continuing to finish her breakfast.

And this cat was yours. She wanted to laugh but tried to compress it. Noticing her lips curving into a smile, ready to fall into a fit of laughter he asked, "What?"

And that did it.

She dropped her food on the plate, pushing her hair back as she straightened her posture. Sitting in Indian style she automatically smiled moving her fingertips together, causing her nails to crash into her skin. "Imagine a pole and cat doing." She kept moving her fingers/hands around to explain, with no shame no hint of embarrassment. 

First poor plants. Now poles? And cats? "Are you sure you're not a psychopath and an accountant? Did you even finish your school?" Now it really made him wonder if she was mentally ok. He put his omelette on the plat, massaging his temple. "I can't even eat this egg now! God Jaanvi! I'm getting so bad thoughts." Irritation flashes across his features.

"Don't act innocent. You're saying it as if you don't have a dirty mind." She muttered in a matter of fact tone.

"Yeah, I don't. Not this type at least. What were you? Goat in your past life? Who ate plants? And Donkey? God you didn't even spare bloody poles and cats." He flashes her a horror look.

"Yo-You call me a ca---" she stopped her tongue midway, zipping her mouth shut. "I'll just drink his milk." She scratched her neck, taking the big glass of milk in her hand. "Can I just drink half of it? You can finish the oth--"

"No. You're drinking it all." He taps on his wrist watch, setting up the timer. "Finish it in one minute."

Her expressions turn upside down. Her face going red in an unpleasing way. "Sixty seconds aren't enough. I'm not a pig to finish it u--"

"Drink up or else I'd embarrass you in front of your family or friends." He warned, laying on the bed, his weight on one side of the body. He locked his eyes with hers, looking extremely serious and threatening.

"I legit have only one friend." She responded, making an 'uhh' face with a sigh followed after.

"One or fifty, embarrassment isn't very id--" his voice was cut off by Jaanvi's phone ringing. Her attention drew out their bedroom door automatically, she glanced up at Kiaan to see him doing the same but now giving her a smug smirk, making Jaanvi's face into a -you-wouldn't- expression. She quickly placed the plate filled with her breakfast on the table, getting up to run out the bedroom to the kitchen.

Before she could run, Kiaan ran out the bedroom yelling "Now that's your punishment Mrs Rajput." He laughed on his way, running to the hallway but stopped hearing Jaanvi hiss. Turning around he saw her frowning as she put her weight on the wall. "Jaanvi." He ran back to her, snaking his arms around her waist to out her weight on himself. "Are you st--"

"M-my body's just getting used to it I think." She murmured, knowing exactly what he was asking. Exhaling softly, she held onto his arms for supports. His breath still touching her face. His eyes showed the kind of gentle concern that her grandma and father had for her.

He laid his hand lightly on her back and her thighs to scoop her up in bridal style, and instead of flinch away from the sudden touch like she usually did, she moved closer to him. She was soothed by it.

"Phones should be destroyed." He spoke with such a soft voice, she felt his words calming her more but the way they were than the actual words. Jaanvi felt as if she was wrapped in a woollen blanket filled with care and love. She wrapped her hands around his neck, as well as kissing it with a smile. "Someone can't live without me." He said it more to himself than her.

Putting her on the stool by the counter she took her phone in her hand, glancing at the screen. Strange. She wasn't expecting a called from this person at this time of the day. Not that the time mattered to her but wasn't Aditi angry with me? Jaanvi quickly picks up with a worried smile this time.

"Adi."

"Jaanvi did you know this?" She went straight to her point, sounded extremely pissed and sad. Jaanvi shook her head as if Aditi was in front of her.

"No-w-wait wha--" her tongue was put brakes on as Kiaan's cold fingers grazed her stomach. His fingers lingering onto her skin sending her unspoken words back inside her mouth. She closed her eyes shut repeating one sentence over and over again, must resist. Must resist. Must resist.

His hands-underneath his top that she wore since the morning-going up and up, in return her breaths became unsteady and heavy. She wanted to stop him but instead clutched the phone tightly into her hand and her other hand holding onto the counter. "Keep talking," came his seductive voice into her ears. "-or she'll get wrong ideas, Ariel." He whispered into her neck, leaving small yet loving wet kisses down her neck.

She wasn't uncomfortable she just wished Aditi wasn't on the phone. If she wasn't on the phone we could hav-she opened her eyes wide, ignore her thoughts and listened to Kiaan. "u-u-um, what were you saying Ad-ADITI." Jaanvi started of pretty well, sounding a little normal until Kiaan bit her neck harshly making her scream. Her hand flung into her mouth, exceptionally embarrassed.

She wanted to yell at Kiaan but knew he was enjoying this as his lips turned into a stunning smile on her skin. As he kissed her neck a wave of pure pleasure ran down his entire body. Her perfume was intoxicating, he was too addicted to her. He was so lost in the moment that he didn't realise he had moved the stool facing him now. Her face facing his.

"Are you ok?" Though Aditi was angry at Jaanvi also for not giving her a thumbs up about the whole Jai thing, she still cared for Jaanvi. Her tone was filled with concern for her best friend. Leaving behind her anger, she took a deep breath in to handle the situation in a better, calmer way. "Is everything ok? W-where is Kiaan?"

Kissing me. She wanted to yell in frustration as her body reacted so well to his touch but kept quiet. Her hand on the counter now landed on her husband's shoulder, pleading him with her eyes to stop. She licked her dry lips, pushing his shoulder slightly. "Jaanvi? You're freaking me out!" Adit spoke after a few minutes of silence.

"Hmmm." Jaanvi hummed in response, zipping her mouth shut as Kiaan pulled her by the waist, making her stand up and land her head on his chest. She put her free hand on his chest, trying to push herself off of him. He let her, only to start nuzzling his nose into her neck, rubbing it all over her skin as she felt her legs wobbling. "K-k-kiaan d-don't." she whispered, stuttering miserably from the wave of pleasure she felt from his kisses.

"Hmmm." He ran his lips over her jaw now, his parted lips touching every inch of her face. His hands lingering on her back, touching her bare skin under the top.

She clutched onto the collar of his shirt, tightly fisting it around her fingers as her lips parted to speak. She kept her eyes closed the whole time, scared to see lust flashing across his features.

"What 'HMM?' I'm freaking out over here and you! I'll murder you if y--" Aditi kept speaking but Jaanvi didn't hear any of it because of Kiaan. He opened her messy bun, throwing the hairband on the floor as he let his fingers massage her scalp. He gently and firmly-not to firm-pulled her hair back so he'd meet her hickory rich earth soil, stained with colour of hot chocolate eyes. The eyes which turned soft when he was around and cold as winter with storm around it when she was angry.

It was her lips that made the light in the rest of the room get a little darker. Darker with her husband's growing hunger. Her stomach turns over as her mind races in places she didn't know it could go until she notices him leaning forward to taste her lips once again. No. Aditi's on the phone.

His wife wanted to stop him. To move back or run but her body seemed to have paralyzed. Or she made it that way. With every inch he came closer, his face became big to her. Not in a bad way but beautiful way. His eyes were sparkling with excitement and love. His lips were parted just enough to fit hers. They weren't smiling or smirking as usual but still her favourite. His clear skin came closer and closer until his lips touched hers.

When is lips touched hers his body lit up on fire and the warmth spread throughout his entire body. Every time he kissed her he promised himself to stop after few seconds but he just couldn't. It was like he had made those promises only to break them. She was addicting. Too addicting for him to leave after he had tasted her. He couldn't bare not to kiss her when she looked so cute in his top and her shorts.

Kiaan pulled onto her body, his hand gently and soothingly massaging her scalp as he fastened his pace of kissing her delicate mouth. His hand on her bare back rose up, holding onto her skin. The phone in her hand was a problem, she knew it. And so did he. She moved her lips on sync to his, pouring all her love out and frustration from the morning after Rashi called by biting onto his lower lip. He groaned at her and Jaanvi smiled.

The phone from her ear had slightly removed so it wouldn't come on the way.

"Umm, Jaan?" Aditi called out her nickname. Awkwardly standing under a tree as she heard noises. Are they doing what I'm thinking? No. My Jaanvi is innocent. If only she knew.....

Aditi's little raised voice was heard by a hungry Kiaan, he broke the kiss, now kissing her neck muttering "Cut the phone."

A few minutes ago Jaanvi wanted to know what was up with Aditi but right now she debating with herself to whether listen to Kiaan and continue kissing him or hear out whatever her friend had to say. She took a deep heavy breath snaking her hands from his collar to his hair, holding on to them. She glanced up at the phone, seeing she was six minute and thirteen seconds already into it.

"I'll call you later." Aditi heard Jaanvi's raspy voice over the phone, almost as if she was breathless after running a whole marathon.

"Wait! I-I nee--" before Jaanvi could hear Aditi finish, Kiaan hit 'end,' practically throwing the phone into the counter as he claimed her lips once again. The kiss was slower now. Simple and slow yet filled and showing so much love they had for each other. She pulled onto his hair tightly, showing how much trouble his stupid antics had caused her.

Jaanvi ran her hand over his broad back, feeling his muscles relaxing under her touch like her fingers belong over his body. He smiled sliding his tongue in her mouth as he moved his body forward to walk out of the kitchen. She was so lost in the kiss that she couldn't understand or figure out when they landed on the couch his Kiaan on top of her, kissing her slowly and softly as if one bad move could slice her throat.

He pulled away, both of them breathing heavy and loudly with his head resting on her temple. His eyes rose up meeting hers, just gazing at her with wild emotions. He knew she was turned on but remained quiet, not touching her or kissing her. Like childhood, till now, he loved irritating the hell out of Jaanvi.

For thirty second she thought he was just watching her face to see love, but then it hit her. He was testing her low patience. How dare he?

"I cut my bloody phone because of you!" She sounded annoyed to him, as expected. Her eyes showing irritation as well as hunger for me but he kept quiet. When her lips trembled in sadness, probably ready to cry he smirked at her, his dimple flushing. "I hate you." She frowned seeing the smirk.

"Same feelings." He laughed, unbuttoning his shirt, flaunting his watch-worthy abs. Blessing her eyes. He took it off in a swift moment, throwing it on the floor as he cupped her face. "Wife," he whispered, grazing her lips with his for a moment before it landed on her chin, jaw and neck. "-your friend heard us." He moved back, falling onto the couch, bursting out laughing as she just looked at him confused.

"W-w-what?" Jaanvi shook her head, getting up in a seating position. "W-what are youu-KIAAN!" she yelled, ready to throw the pillow onto him when he got up from the couch, picking up his shirt. Wait! Why is he picking it up? Are we go-"Y-You pulled a prank?"

He nodded, smiling at her as he slipped his shirt on, buttoning it up slowly. His fingers purposely taking forever so it'll draw Jaanvi's attention. And it did. Her eyes glazed right at his fingers, going upwards as he buttoned his WHITE shirt on. Leaving two buttons open from the top, he muttered before clearing his throat at her. "Hungry?"

He truly was the best person to test someone patients and taunt people like Rashi. A perfect self to put salt in someone's wounds.

"NO!" Her voice was close to yelling. She jumped off the couch, fixing her hair before shooting him daggers. "You Mr, are sleeping in Dhruv's room tonight." She sternly informed him, pointing her index finger to his chest as she huffed.

"N-n-no." his face fell. "I can't. I-I'm use to hugging you to sleep an--"

"You're used to doing many more things, which I won't let you." She smiled, shoving her finger deeply into his poor chest, right on his heart. His mouth opened wide, unhappy. Ready to protest but cut off by Jaanvi's voice. "Thanks for the omelette and tea, now you can scowl over here while I take over the whole bed tonight." She grinned, tapped her palms into his chest under the shirt. Buttoning up the two buttons, she put her hands on his shoulders. "You can finish the milk. You may need energy to stop yourself from coming near me tonight." 

And off she went, leaving a jaw dropped Kiaan. Fuck. He cursed, hating himself for testing her patient. "What do I do now?" He ran his finger through his hair, pulling them in frustration and he groaned.

"Yeah. You can keep groaning to replay last night's scene in your head since it won't repeat any time soon." His wife yelled from inside the bedroom. This only made his situation worst. Bloody hell women!

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