Started Typing On - 06/04/2019 (10.18 PM)

Published On - 07/04/2019 (This chapter was completed yesterday night at 12.14 AM but I dozed off without posting it.)

Chapter 103- 'The Third Eye'

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Jaanvi's Pov: Nine months pregnant-September 2019

September twenty-fifth twenty nineteen already and I haven't given birth. We've entered our tenth month anniversary this month and the fact that my nine months would be completed soon yet I haven't given birth really scares me. I haven't been a very confident person in my life, I may show it but I'm not. The tiny confidence I had had also disappeared from everything that was going on-had happened.

"Do you have to go?" His eyebrows shoot up. He looks genuinely surprised from my quiet question. He fixes his tie looking at me from the reflection of the mirror and smiles.

"I have to. I promise I'll be back in an hour or two." Kiaan replies as his hands fix the collar after wearing the black tie over his white clean shirt. Wearing the silver coloured wrist watch he reminds me to eat breakfast. "Oh, and don't drink the juice by itself. Add some water because it's too sugary."

As much as I love him, he's been nuts. 'Don't eat this, eat that, don't go out there, stay here.' I understand. He's worried because of many reasons. And I also admit that I've given him those reasons but it's too much. He says it's his 'responsibility' to look after me because I've got only him here. Therefore, he does everything possible for the sake of my health. From making sure with the doctor is it's 'ok' to eat spicy noodles to walking for an hour every morning on the weekends.

I wanted him to loosen up a little for once. "What's the point of drinking juice then?" I hug my knees under the warm duvet cover. Kiaan opens the curtain letting the sun rays hit my face and I groan shuffling to his side of the bed. "We need to rearrange this room, I've always got the sun on me." And I hated the sun.

He loves it, he can have it all to himself. "You need a little bit of sun, Jaanvi." He gives me an unpleasing stare and I just look away. He's the one being unfair. "Should I turn the TV on?" He gestures pointing at the TV screen behind his back as he dipped down on the bed without letting his shoes touch the bed. I glanced to see his right shoes sitting on his left knee and furrowed. Pushing his leg down I glared.

"I'll have to clean those pants, not you. Don't put your foot on it."

His expressions turn a bit stony but then he mutters a small 'right, pregnant.' I narrow my eyes at him, exasperated. "Jaan, you're not washing this, unfortunately." He passes me a guilty smile. "The washing machine is."

"I-I-" My mouth was basically sounding out the letter 'I' realising how right he was. I looked away from him to show I'm still pissed. "It's Saturday today. Shouldn't be going to work." My voice was low, barely audible but he caught it.

"I know," he sighs, zipping up his mouth for a moment to show he's also not delighted to be called in today. "Well, that's what working is, isn't it?" I notice the uneasy chuckle flickering on his face to lighten up my mood but I just kept staring at him, unpleasingly. "We'll go for a walk after I come back. Promise." I shake my head negatively, knowing how stubborn I am he quickly added, "We'd go to the supermarket and get all the chocolates and some pizza? Ok?"

I watch him from the corner of my eyes to see Kiaan's fingers crossed as if he was praying I'd listen to him. I keep a serious face looking his way. He looks back at me smiling for an answer and I give it away. "Ok!" I grin, not being able to hide the excitement.

I mean, he's been pretty strict about eating too many chocolate and pizzas. I wasn't accepting him to ever offer me those options but I guess I was wrong. "Good." He grins back kissing my head. "You better eat the sandwich I made." Walking to the mirror he runs his hand through his hair to make sure he looks presentable. A satisfying grin plasters on his lips, before walking out the bedroom and house he orders and partly warns, "Add water to your juice."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I roll my eyes panting out the frustration. He gives me one last defeating head shake before walking out the house. "He's probably going to be the first dad in the world to give you a diet-plan." I whispered back to my child.

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I was eating the sandwich Kiaan had prepared while I was sleeping early in the morning when I heard the doorbell ring. I was still in my black and purple pyjamas from last night with cats on them, not being bothered about how sleep I looked I walked over to the door and opened it up.

"HII!" Nidhi screams on top of her lung and I couldn't help but cover my mouth to hide away the unpleasing smile probably taking over my lips by now. She opened up her arms and pulled me into a tight hug without making me feel uncomfortable. "How are you?"

"Good." I smiled welcoming her inside the house. She sat down on the couch and nicely declined the extra sandwich I had offer her. She's nice. But I'm just not very good with speaking to people as much as before. I just wanted to leave. "How's the preparation going on?" I ask sitting on the touch opposite her with my sandwich. I was hungry.

"Oh, we are not starting anything this year. We'll get married in the end of twenty-twenty so perhaps dad would start making calls around March or April. Right now we're just chilling." She explains, unintentionally her eye lands on her engagement ring.

"I'm sorry, we left early from your engagement and I couldn't praise your ring. It's beautiful." I honestly really liked the small diamond ring on her finger. "I'm happy for you and Aarav." They deserved each other. He's nice and so is she.

She blushes, at his name? "It's ok. Are you excited?" She asks looking right into my eyes.

I lick away the melted cheese and put my half eaten sandwich on the black-yes, surprisingly Kiaan has a black plate-plate and gaze up at her with a raised eyebrow. "For your wedding? Of co--"

"No." She starts chuckling at me for taking her question the other way round. "For your baby." My mouth turns into an 'O' and I just zip my mouth shut.

"U-umm, I suppose?" Great Jaanvi! Who says 'I suppose' to this question?! Seeing her changed expression at my reply, not expecting such a cheap answer from me I guess. I quickly maintained my posture and smiled. "I mean, of course. I'm j-just nervous." I was.

"I understand." This time she nods in actual understanding way.

No, you don't understand. Because I'm me and you're yourself. I hated how twisted I've become. I can't even control my own blunt mouth or my mood, I just prayed I don't end up saying something offending to her because she means a lot to Kiaan.

My nervous eyes landed on the grey bag next to her leg. The curiosity was building up inside my veins, wishing I could just X-ray the bag but obviously I can't. I look away from the bag to see Nidhi looking at me.

"Oh, sorry, I almost forgot. This is for you." She reached out for the bag by her leg, I tried to get up in a polite way but she quickly reached me and helped me sit down. "I don't know if you'll like it but I thought I should bring something over." She gives me a tensed smile sitting beside me.

I opened up the bag in excitement and saw a gorgeous peach coloured floral dress for a baby girl. I laid it flat on my lap and my lips twitched upwards into a bright smile. It was a round neck and knee length dress with a little bit of blue, green and red colours added and a big 'GAP' in the middle. My fingers couldn't stop running over the soft material.

"You like it?" Nidhi asks after a while.

My face breaks into a hard but happy chuckle. "I st-still have the little dress my parents brought for me. The-the dress I wore o-o-on m-my m-mothers funeral. I was a day old." It was when Nidhi's hand went on my shoulder, pressing it that I realised I was crying. I wiped away the tears smiling sadly. "I don't why I still kept it, Nidhi. It's supposed to be bad right? I wore it the day they burnt my mother. And I still kept it." I hold the dress into my hands, my tears already soaking one particular part of the dress.

"Maybe for memory?"  

"Maybe because when I learnt it's the first clothing item my parents brought for me I couldn't just throw it away. It was my Ma's choice." I start folding the dress neatly. "Do you think it's wrong if I have a daughter and I dress her in my own dress? The frock dress? Will Kiaan allow it?" I glance up and see the unsure expression on her face.

She takes a breath in and composes herself before speaking. "Doesn't the dress bring you sadness? And why will Kiaan not allow it?" Her lip twisted in an offended way as if she wasn't happy with my question on Kiaan's judgement.

I gulp down the lump and put the frock dress on the free space next to me. "He might th-think I'm opening old wounds. He do-doesn't like it when I live in my past. T-that's what's weird. But I love the dress so much. It's special but what if it's special to me for a whole different reason? Maybe because I wore something my mother chose for me on her last day."

She lightly chuckles removing her hand from my shoulder. "It must be old."

I giggled wiping away some tears. "Yeah, older than Harry Potter." She joins the laughter even more and dropped her head back on the couch.

"There's one more I brought. For a boy." She murmurs between her laugh.

I fetch my hand to the bottom of the bag and take out the once again soft material. Unlike the first, this one was darker. This was a dark blue Gap letterman romper for a baby boy. The tiny sleeves were plain grey with banded cuffs of the colour dark blue and white strips. Thankfully the socks wasn't attached which I was glad about.

"I-it's, I don't know what to say. Thank you." I hold the baby boy clothe on my lap and pull Nidhi into a warm and thankful hug. She smiles in return of her happiness that I loved the gift.

Kiaan and I, well, he's got some serious issues with white. Dhruv's whole room was filled with white baby clothes. We don't want to find out the gender, we want to keep it a surprise but that does NOT mean you go out and buy the whole store. Since the second month of my pregnancy Kiaan took me to every baby clothing shop and till this date, I've got over twenty pairs of girls and boys clothes.

Wasn't two pairs each for a boy and girl enough? I mean, the shops won't close down but he says, 'I don't trust people. Who knows they might shut down?' My main issue was, all those white clothes. Baby are devils. Devils with a cute face. Ninety percent of the baby clothes were white, I was over joyed seeing Nidhi brought something to add onto those boring white clothes pile.

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Kiaan promised to walk around the park with me and now he's the one sleeping-I'm not complaining but he's the one who's so uptight about exercise. Must be tried. I was sitting beside him, watching his sleepy face let out calm and steady breaths while I block the sun out of his way from my back. I try to rip a decent smile on my face to the sleepy Kiaan waking up with a groan as the sunlight touches his face.

"What time is it?" I hear his morning boyish voice and I manage to actually smile, ignoring all the horrible ideas coming in my head. In five days it'll be ten months. I gaze at the clock and start ruffling-more like playing with his hair. My fingers love the touch of his hair on them. The large sleeping man dropped his head on my lap and kissed my-should be due-stomach  over my large black plain top.

"Twelve thirty." I ran my fingers through his scalp and he closes his eyes yawning. His hot breath earns knots on my stomach every moment it touched my stomach. "Kiaan, please, move." I try not to push him away or grip his hair in order to move away from him. I was too occupied to be close to him.

"Mmm." He replied with a yawn, he keeps his buried face on my stomach and wraps his hand around my waist and I zip my worried mouth ready to explode any minute. Was something wrong? "Ariel." He calls out and I hummed in reply. "How long will it take?"

"I don't know." And that was my call to freak out, my fingers on his head stopped moving and as smart as he is, he gets the point. Moving away from me be rubs his eye open and runs his hand up and down my back with the other on my head. On most occasions his soothing velvet voice calmed me down but today it didn't.

"It'll be fine Jaanvi." He whispers kissing my forehead.

"The due date was on the tenth and it's twenty-fifth today, Kiaan. Aren't you scared? I can't stop thinking about it. I-i-is everything ok? M-m-my-o-o-our baby is fine right?" I try my best to sound strong and normal but my voice shakes every second I think about my child and cracks with a sob followed afterwards. "At this point I'm not even afraid of the pain. I just want to get over it, Kiaan." I cry onto his shoulder and he wraps his arms around me, crushing my body onto his.

"M-m-m-my mum had a complicated pregnancy, i-I was meant to be due in November but I was born on October." He pulls away from the hug and holds my palms onto his and wipes away my tears from his other hand.

"I promise everything is fine. Kajal was also born on the thirty-first but she was due on the ninth, it's common Jaanvi. You're just worried because of what happened to Ma. Don't worry, you're fine. Our baby's fine." The toughest task for me was to smile, unlike other times when I could always fake a smile I couldn't do that today. It was hard. Extremely hard. I laid my head on his lap and closed my wet eyes shut.

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Kiaan and I had been walking around the park every weekend, just like today though it's way over eight or nine in the morning but we decided to go out for a walk to catch some fresh air. His off days were Saturday and Sunday and he made sure to spend the whole day with me. From walking every weekend for an hour around the park so my muscles move and I don't become lazy to walking back home and eating some food and then heading out for grocery shopping. Unlike before when I was in trauma now I use to accompany him and get everything I wished to eat.

Except frozen pizza. I wanted fresh pizza at first but the pizza hut closed down, I wish I could murder the owner for selling it, any ways, so the closest option is frozen pizza because I don't like dominos.

I was heading inside the food section, filling up the trolley with candies, baked brownies, chips, cookies, flavoured milk and many more junk when Kiaan came along with coriander and I hide the chocolate underneath the pads thinking he wouldn't take anything suspicious.

He did promise to get me chocolates and pizza before heading to work this morning but he twisted his tongue saying, 'I didn't say how many. That's for me to decide.' I've been restricted from eating too many chocolates at once so here we go. "Hi." I smiled a bit too brightly and doubts were heading south and east, all above his head.

He raised his eyebrow walking around the trolley to inspect everything I had gathered. Putting the coriander into the trolley next to the ice cream tub he looks at me and passes me his most catchable smirk. "Why don't we buy the whole store?"

I didn't catch the sarcastic smile so I thought he was being serious. "Sachi?" (Really?) I broke my lips into a mouth opening smile, my teeth in his view but he glared at me and I drove the trolley back into the junk food section and he followed behind. "Kanjoos." (Penny pinching) I murmur putting back the three bags of large mars and lollipops. I gritted my teeth shut and looked back at Kiaan who just stood there with a determined look on his face and folded arms. He looked at the junk in the trolley then eyed me to put it back. 

"Gadha." (Donkey) I muttered under my breath putting away the two extra bars of kit kat. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I whirled around with a hopeful smile and my eyes begging him to let me keep some chocolate but he crushes down those dreams and cravings by putting the hidden chocolate behind the pads into my palms. My face drops and I really wish to murder him right now.

"Billi should only drink milk." (Cat) I shook my head at his comment and ready to fire back my strong and probably one hell of a bold answer but zipped my mouth shut in fear. I held onto my stomach, my breaths become heavy and my head started to spin. I open my mouth to say something and reach out to Kiaan for support but he moves back frowning.

"Damn it, Hazelnut goes over here." He mutters putting the other chocolate back onto the right spot. I married an idiot. He grazes his hand onto the chocolates trying to pick only one for me but by then I lose my cool and scream his name. "Jaanvi, idhar nahi." (Jaanvi, not here.) He hisses not turning around to face me, he was too busy in selecting the right chocolate for me.

Even in this situation I couldn't control his brain. And then he calls me dirty minded. I held onto the trolley tightly to keep myself from falling and push it harshly onto his leg making him fall on the ground. "Are yo--" his angry and icy voice trails away and his mouth just hangs open realising my water broke. "Shit!" He jumps up in such a force that I sigh in relief. Yeah, w-w-we'll go to the doctor soon.

His grin turns gigantic as he holds my hand, taking them away from the metal bars. "Thank you! I couldn't propose you to marry me--" oh, boy I knew this was going wrong. "-but, let's open something new. How about a 'pregnancy proposal?' I mean, you're going to give birth any second but I'll like to make this memorable." Yeah, by wasting time. He goes down on his knees in front of two other people in the same section as us and I hold onto the side of the trolley to keep myself from falling.

Control. Control Uday-ugh fuck Uday! I'm Jaanvi! JAANVI! I scream in my head but zip my mouth shut and tears coming out of my eyes from the force of pain I felt. I bit my lip trying hard not to scream and tried to keep my legs still.

"Jaanvi." He looks up at me with his soft brown eyes and smiled, "Would you do me the honours of driving you to the hos--"

"I will murder you if you don't!" I scream holding onto the trolley, I held it so tight as if my life depended on it and I heard my one nail crack. "If you don't move your body into the car and if I die of pain I'll haunt you for the rest of your life Kiaan!" I yell and hold onto his collar when he comes close to me and tries to pick me up.

"Oh, wait, so you're in pain?" No, shit. I wanted to bang many things but first was my own head. "I thought you were just emotional on how cute and lovingly I was behaving. And I thought the second water break is the last call for emergency--" he was putting on my seatbelt and I screamed as loud as I could.

"THERES NO SECOND WATER BREAK! IF THERE WAS, YOU'D RATHER WAIT FOR THE SECOND ONE THEN TAKE ME TO THE DOCTOR ON THE FIRST PLACE?! KIAAN I WANT DIVORCE!" There was no fumbling or hesitation needed because I was done. SO done with him now. I close my eyes shut, breathing in and out to keep my breaths and heartbeats steady but nothing worked.

"Jaanvi I love yo--" his panicky voice echoed in my ear and I just kept tapping my foot on the car begging him to drive fast. "There's traffic."

"THEN DO SOMETHING!" I