30 - The Moon And The Sun

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(OLD NOTE: 2018) Hello!! I'm much better now, thank you for all the lovely messages and comments about my health from the last chapter. I will update every day if I get time! Thank you for waiting patiently for the update.

Honestly! I'm PROUD of this chapter.

Started Typing On - 4/12/2018 1 Finished Typing On - 8/12/2018 (9.05 PM)

Chapter 30- The Moon And The Sun

It is Kiaan who wakes up because of the sun shining brightly on his sleepy face. Groaning as he closes his eyes shut, he covers his face with his hands and turns to the other side. When he doesn't feel the warm rays on his face, he gently opens his eyes to meet Jaanvi's tired and sleepy face.

Never in his wildest dream had he imagined Jaanvi becoming his wife. Sharing the same room. The same bed. He only saw her as Ansh's daughter, famously known as his enemy.

Or maybe he did consider her more than her parents close friends daughter but her behaviour towards him crushed the expectations down.

His stubborn and loud cat is silently sleeping. For once

His bride's beautiful brown orbs are hidden under her heavy eyelids. Brown eyes are common, very common. But hers are different. The way she looks at him makes and has made him feel different. Whether it was anger, hate, annoyance, it all made him feel weirdly happy about it.

Somewhere in the corner of his heart, he knew her chocolate brown eyes were melting his stone heart. The heart he kept hidden away from everyone. Kiaan always kept his feelings or any attraction far away from him. From leaving the parties after noticing women flirting with him, to rejecting any proposals. And keeping himself reserved. 

He liked imagining it as 'not wanting to hurt someone' but in reality, he never felt anything for other ladies. They were all too generic. Basic. Ready to debate but give up easily or spent most of their time doing basic things. The thought of Jaanvi never left his mind. 

Moving away was the turning point of his life, at least this is what the seventeen-year-old Kiaan thought.

He was wrong.

He thought he'll forget his annoying friend, his enemy after shifting to New York.

It didn't happen, though. Every day he remembered her face. Her frown, her wink, her victory smile, her smirk, he remembered it all. With a faint twitch and smile blooming from within him. Imagining, picturing how she must look now, or behave, or talk. If Jaanvi is still the same. The same unpredictably emotional yet brave soul.

But Kiaan didn't want to give any attention to Jaanvi. All those memories were kept a secret to himself. Dhruv was and still is close but the topic of Jaanvi was something Kiaan couldn't trust anyone with. It was quite evident from how much Dhruv liked and took Jaanvi's side against his own brother.

The hard walls were breaking, though. 

Slowly but steadily.

And a steadily relationship equals to a strong and reliable bond. There are no loose threads to undone.

Unintentionally, he's aware she's doing something to him. His heart is beginning to soften up. Little by little. Just by seeing her face. 

Surprisngly, he even had a weird thought of leaving alcohol. Like last night,

FlashBack

"She wants me to quit drinking." He banged his hand on the counter in anger. Everything he felt comes down with his actions. The power and impact wasn't in his voice but his actions.  

"Then quit it, Kiaan." Came the bartender, Sonam's voice. It's been around one month since Kiaan's known Sonam. She's served him regularly. Gradually, during this duration, she became Kiaan's adviser.

His eyes shot up. Disbelief. How can she easily say, 'then quit it,' as if it's a game? He's been drinking. It's been good ten to seven years now. It was definitely going to be difficult.

"I can't! I'm addicted to it." He reasons. Tapping his feet impatiently on the floor. 

Sonam passed him his regular drink, waiting for him to gulp it down in one go. The young woman notices his hand doesn't make any movement. So unlike Kiaan. "Why aren't you drinking it then? Didn't you just say you 'can't' stop yourself? Then go on, drink it all up!" She mutters, pressurizing. 

"She wants me to stop." He repeated lowly. Sonam smiles.

"From what you're saying, I'm getting the feeling that you want to stop drinking? Right?" She questions with full confidence. She leaned her face a little closer to the counter to get a better look. She was certainly studying his face.

Incapable of a proper opinion Kiaan just noded. This caused Sonam to smile brightly. Obviously proud with her judgement. 

"Then stop Kiaan. Do you think I like working here? No girl likes being anywhere close to drunk men, It's my fate that I'm not educated enough to get a better job. Your wife is educated, right?" He nodded. "She'll leave you if you don't stop. She doesn't seem like the woman to stay with you because of these habits. It'll be hard quitting but I'm sure you'll never regret it."

Sonam was right. Kiaan was aware of the consequences throughout his journey of quitting alcohol but was he ready to? That was the main question.

He would be lying to himself if he got drunk ignoring Sonam's words because it was affecting him. He was thinking about it. A lot.

Your wife is educated. Right?

No girl likes being close to drunk men!

She'll leave you if you don't stop.

Your wife is educated. Right?

No girl likes being close to drunk men!

She'll leave you if you don't stop.

Your wife is educated. Right?

No girl likes being close to drunk men!

She'll leave you if you don't stop.

Your wife is educated. Right?

No girl likes being close to drunk men!

She'll leave you if you don't stop.

Your wife is educated. Right?

No girl likes being close to drunk men!

She'll leave you if you don't stop.

Your wife is educated. Right?

No girl likes being close to drunk men!

She'll leave you if you don't stop.

Your wife is educated. Right?

No girl likes being close to drunk men!

She'll leave you if you don't stop.

The bartender's painfully truthful words kept repeating in his head like a movie dialogue. She was educated. Educated enough to live on her own. She had a supporting father with his arms open to embrace her anytime. She had a job. Her own a café for living.

She was better without him.

Groaning in anger of the repeating words and his own negative thoughts he pushed the glass away walking off. 

This is when his eyes had dropped on his wife.

Flash Back Ends

She can leave me.

The sudden sadness is clear on his face. His brows feel heavier and thicker, itching headache up his temple. The kind of sting one feels when staying out in the sun too much. The lips smiling a couple of minutes ago are curvyed in a thin line in sadness and his mouth feels bitter. 

Isn't this what he wanted from the starts? To leave her? To live without her?

Raj had already financially helped Kiaan with the debts he'd owned because of the new Hotel he'd purchased. The young married man is free. His chit is clear yet something is missing. He imagined himself to be overjoyed, relieved and energetic because everything okay now. No debts. However, he only senses one of these emotions. 

Relief.

Somewhere in the depth of his heart he is worried. Disturbed with just the thought of leaving Jaanvi or the other way around. Of course he, himself wouldn't divorce her but his anger. His anger always takes control of his actions. 

What if he ends up hurting her physically? No. Never. He shakes his head. Peering at her soft and oblivious face. Indeed he can be vocal but he's never and will never raise a hand on anyone, then forget about Jaanvi.

He hates how sympathetic his heart is sometimes but whenever her face comes in front of his eyes, he senses a swell of his heart, hands sweaty, afraid to touch such a fragile human being and eyes tearing up. After all, she is and will always be a motherless child.

Kiaan wouldn't forgive himself if he abused her in any possible way. Even if he quits alcohol what are the chances that she'll stay with him?

Zero

He can leave alcohol but he can't get rid of his anger. It's something within him, perhaps a little more in him than others. It's inside him, it's a part of him. He can't change that for her even if he tried.

His lifestyle's different from hers. She loves working in her café and feeding people. Sometimes even beggars living in poverty with hungry family standing outside her café. 

He doesn't believe in that. His views are different. Kiaan is more logical with his decisions, after all, he's a businessman. Not that Jaanvi isn't a businesswoman but, her husband has a much better and promising experience as an employee and employer. 

Jaanvi thinks from her heart, which always leaves her in problematic situations. Kiaan is sophisticated and observant. His wife is observant too but she tends to slip her knowledge along the pathways, this, usually, benefits others.

This may be one of the major reasons why her father had no second thoughts about Kiaan. The first born to Roshini and Raj is the perfect life partner for Ansh's daughter. Alike, yet, different to her. 

If she was the paper, in books, he's the hardcover, shielding her from the rain. Enduring the droplets sliding on him rather than her. 

If Kiaan sees a poor man or woman begging on streets, he'd ask them about their education. About what the man can and cannot do. Practical. Kiaan is practical for this specific reason. This married man believes in working, earning, rather than begging.

Begging is not a long time solution. 

Everyone, or least, those who have two arms and two legs can work. Either factories, driving taxi, cooking at a local restaurant, cleaning houses or even ironing clothes. Crying in front of others and emotionally blackmailing is not something he admires or believes in.

His thoughts after seeing someone homeless is usually, 'I can help him today. But what will he do tomorrow when I'm not here? He needs to learn to work, least he'll earn from his own hard work.'

Jaanvi's views are completely different, 'God's written a book for everyone. Some peoples books are large and somes are short. Some have wealth and some are living in poverty. I'll feed him today, tomorrow, every time I see him because everyone has a well-wisher.' 

Her this opinion, is exactly why Aditi supports her business. Because of this unnecessary kindness, Jaanvi is often used. 

Kiaan prefers to have everything done perfectly. She prefers imperfect over perfect. 

Why? Because she wants to turn the not-so-perfect into perfect. For her it was all about learning and experiencing.

All he does is go to work, hit the gym, and have few drinks to sleep. He has a routine. Kiaan is perfectly aware when to do what. He follows a strict unspoken protocol. Discipline. 

Jaanvi, his wife on the other hand, works at her own pace. If she's asked to do something, and doesn't feel like doing it, she won't do it. It's either work to prefection or nothing at all. Unintentionally, this habit of hers, earned her lots of glares and taunts from Juhi.

Jaanvi is a bag of problem. Unlimited flaws. Instead of being serious about her business she often forgets what ingredients she has to purchase for the café. Being serious isn't in her dictionary unless the topic is about her husband. 

She likes to enjoy life. Every moment of it to gain experience, friends and knowledge.

'Everyone will die one day, why not die living your fullest?' This was her moto.

'I'll work all day, even on weekends if needed to create a secure future for my children.'  His reason behind working all day.

Alike, yet, not.

The twenty-seven-year-old can spend hours in the gym without getting tired, he enjoyed seeing his hard work paying off through his visible six pack. His wife hs different thoughts though. She prefers yoga strongly over gym. It isn't about the appearance to her, it's all about the inside. The health.

'One day I'll quit gym because of my age and become fat. If I do yoga, my inner self would be healthy including my shape.' She doesn't like nor understand the concept of working out at the gym everyday and spending money. Rather than saving her income for gym, she prefers feeding a poor soul.

'First impression, last impression.' The patience. Yoga was all about patience, which clearly, Kiaan doesn't have. He earned enough to pay for his gym fee. 'If you can get the result faster then why wait?'

'Shortcuts can be scary.' She was and still is a jolly girl with a kind heart and naughtiness but never did she take any shortcuts in her life.

Her husband didn't like lies. Lies often turned to breaking his trust, every time someone lied to him he felt as if a part of him is breaking. A part of his trust on that one person seem to break slowly.

'Everyone should have enough guts to speak the truth at any cost.' He doesn't care how ugly the truth is. All he craves is the bitter truth.

The wife has other thoughts on the same matter. 'If a little lie can hold a relationship, I'm ready to tell thousand lies.' Sometimes one lie can earn one beautiful smile. Jaanvi didn't smile a lot in her childhood days, maybe that's why she wants others to smile.

Yes. She loves honesty too. But a part of her childhood, a small part allows her to slip small lies for big smiles. 

They are opposite to each other. One is the sky, ready to burst into anger with raindrops falling on the ground. It may be dark and scary at night but in the morning, it's gorgeous. The light blue beauty always heals the souls with the purity.

The other is the ground. Green, rough, flat. But soft once the raindrops touches it's skin. It helps us breathe, the nature helps us relax from the constant frustration around the world. 

They were both way apart, like the Sun and the Moon.

One thing they both aren't aware of, though, is the sky is nothing without a stable ground for us human. The green ground is nothing without the blue sky, the rains, the winds, the storms. As much as we need the darkness of the moon, we also need the light of the shining yellow sun.

They needed each other.

He burst into anger, she softens.

She smiles, he falls.

He cries, she breaks.

She screams, he feels the pain.

He shouts, she listens.

She laughs, he smiles.

"Rajput fell for me." She breaks his trail of thoughts from her sleepy soft voice. Blinking twice, he realised she caught him staring at her. Rolling his brown eyes, a small smug look twitching on his lips, he looks away, hiding his embarrassed face.

"Rajput's don't fall. They make others fall." He scoffs. A deep rumble vibrates through his chest. It's soothing to hear. So free. Open. He turns his face to her to catch his wife's expressions. Brown eyes make eyes contact.

"Really?" It comes as a surprise to him. He didn't expect this as her response. The shocked expression don't last long though, "Then why is your arm my waist like I'm about to run away from you? You know I would run but after the honeymoon. Who doesn't like free trips?" The not-so-sleeping-Jaanvi, now wriggles her eyes teasingly with glint in her eyes.

Eyes trailed on his arm around her, Kiaan's mouth goes dry. Unwrapping his arm around her waist, he moves away from her. 

Muttering, "Gold digger." This comment was purposely said. Of course, to get a reaction. How can he survive without arguing with her early in the morning? 

Kiaan stays still, patiently waiting for her outburst. He has already imagined the expressions she'll give him with a long lecture on self-respect and how she's an 'independent' woman but instead he receives a laugh.

"Correction, free trip digger. I don't like gold, by the way," she points at him as she says it. As if for future reference. "I prefer diamond." His mouth's wide open from shock."I'm telling you this so you can shower me with diamonds, maybe then I'll finally forgive you for your horrible acts in the past." 

She says it as if he's a criminal and she's the judge, reconsidering his sentence. 

"I prefer the 'free trip digger,'  over this. I don't like the idea of spending a single penny on you stubborn cat." He retorts. Snarling. As if the idea disgusted him.

We'll see when we're in New York Mr Rajput. She grins ear to ear. Gazing deep into his eyes. Peacefully watching. 

God. She's such a creep. Stop looking at me. He squints his eyes at her. Makes faces. First as if he's mental. Eyes rolling to the edge, tongue out and nose crunched up. This he wriggles his nose, indicating his annoyance because his priceless and stupid actions only make her laugh. 

And stare at him more. He gives up with a puff. Stares back. A little maturely now. A thought traps in his head. 

I wish she can cooperate with me.

Were they really enemies? Or two adults still holding grudges against each other from the past and name it hate?   

Married My Enemy

Edited On - 01/08/2020 (at 5:11 PM)

(OLD NOTE: 2018) *Twelve years later my husband reading my stories*

"Why were you writing these stories?" Looking stunned.

*Stares at him intensely*

"So you can read them and learn more about me. Any problem?"

*Shrugs awkwardly smiling at me*

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