Question - Your favourite novel?

Answer- The Girl With No Past by Kathryn Croft. (Psychological thriller)

(You may as me questions if you want which I'll answer on every chapter.)

Started Typing On - 27/12/2018

Chapter 36- Fire Vs Fire

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Jaanvi's Pov:

I was sitting at the dining table waiting for my very important husband to finally show up. I understand why girls take long to dress up but what's up with guys? I mean, all they have to do is wash their short hair. No drying needed, no combing needed, no tangles, no conditioner. All they have to do it dry their body and jump into their clothes. But we girls have a lot of things to do.

I hated waiting, I never had the patience so I opened my phone up like everyone else sitting on the table. I opened up Quora with a very catchy question in front of my eyes.

'What's your relationship like with your spouse?'

Its strange how one question can take you back all the way to your journey with your spouse. One questions really does make us think. Think deep. Like a lot about the past.

Some parts from the past that make us smile widely. For me it was the pool incident. How I took his words so seriously that I felt the need to learn how to swim. To prove him wrong. Even remembering it now the smile lingering on face, it still the same.

We may hate the person that might be in our memoires but it still doesn't hold us from smiling. At remembering the day. The day that maybe something funny happened? The day maybe something beautiful happened. We still remember it all, after all it's a memory. A memory we wish could return to most of the time. A memory we wish we could relive once again. A memory we wish, we just so wish we could replay it again and again.

Sometimes they aren't captured in a photo or video but it's real in our eyes. It's funny how we could see it in front of our eyes or when our eyes are closed as if it happened a few minutes ago. Funny isn't it? We happen to remember every little detail. Where he was standing, what the person was wearing, where we all were, what exactly happened. We remember it all, of by heart sometimes. That it hurts.

Then there's the other side that we remember also. Side that make us wonder, 'I was foolish,' or 'Why did I do that?' Sometimes those negative memories make us cry.

Not because someone may have said something rude but because we blame ourselves. We blame ourselves for the decisions we may have made. Decisions that caused our expectations to lower in regret, in embarrassment or in humiliation. Sometimes, actually most of the times it's not words that hurt us. It's expressions, it's those 'last seen,' on messages or even the attitude.

Few parts of our lives that make us wonder too many questions. Like, 'why me?' Why would I ever think of that? Why did I ever trust her/him.'

We learn. We sure do.

But did we want to learn from our mistakes? Were we ready to learn, in that way? In that particular situation?

No.

But life doesn't ask you what you prefer. It doesn't ask you whether you get born into a rich family, whether you get good grades, passing your exams or whether you're allow to marry someone of your own choice.

Of course, everyone's fate is different. Those who are happy are happy, those who are sad are very sad.

They say Karma is real. Then why aren't our dreams turned into reality? Why not?

Our dreams of becoming someone. Our dreams of gifting a house to our parents. Our dream of having just enough money to feed our family. Our dream of smiling everyday coming back home to our loved ones. Our dreams of never getting cheated on, or never being betrayed. Our dreams of living with that one person, that one person that can make you smile. Smile like you're the most beautiful person in the whole world. That one person who loves you for who you are.

That one person, that becomes your life. Your new life.

But with every person that enters our life, our hopes are lifted.

Very high that sometimes we ourselves aren't able to see them because they are taller than our own height.

Aka, expectations are cruel.

"Sorry for the wait, I got a call from office." I heard Kiaan's voice, his breathe on my face. I glanced at him turning my face to the right to see him sitting on his chair.

Maybe when he was sitting his face was close to my face. I thought wondering how on earth he was close to me if he was sitting around four inches away from me.

He smiled at everyone, scooping some curry into this plate. I was supposed to be eating but my own thoughts were stopping me from moving my hands.

What is my relationship like with Kiaan? I couldn't help but look at him. Indeed he was very attractive but he had his issues. Anger being the major one. He was prefect but the problem was, I wasn't.

If I wasn't the Jaanvi I am today maybe we might have been compatible. How can fire live with another blazing fire? Wouldn't the house be burnt? One had to be water, right? Isn't that how it should be?

But I can't be water. I know I just can't. I also have anger issues, I burst out on people like he does. I speak for what I think is right, just like him. I don't like listening when I'm anger, just him Kiaan. We were strangely very alike. Our behaviour was very common in many ways. But one had to bow down in front of another.

I wasn't going to. I always have and always will stand for what I think is right. And he wouldn't as well. He has that determined, dominated vibe, if he's made up his mind it's fixed.

Perhaps we might even end up burning each other from the growing rage.

"I know I have a sensual jaw line Ariel but stop, you're making this poor guy blush." He whispered into my ear. I closed my eyes feeling the tears forming in my eyes since I didn't blink for nearly a minute. I couldn't blink, it was like I was told not. I let out a breathe followed by a sigh looking away from him.

"You find me attractive don't you?" he whispered leaning closer to my ear when everyone else was busy eating.

"In your dreams." I hissed putting some curry and roti into my plate.

"Sorry but I don't dream about myself." He chuckled lightly blessing my ears. "Do you?"

"Do I what?" I asked putting the first piece into my mouth.

"Dream about me?"

I nodded, looking at his shocked expressions from my confession only to be replaced by a smirk. Oh I hated that.

"Remember my nightmares?" He nodded taking another bite of his roti with curry inside it. "I get them because I saw you. Wearing a suit." I bit my inner cheek from preventing myself from laughing at his dull expression.

A disbelief type of expression's took place making me laugh out loudly. Oh his face was priceless.

I think I plan on taking it with me when I die.

No.

That sounded very wrong and disturbing.

But if I take his face with him his body will look weird without a face.

I cringed at my own weird thoughts about my husband's headless body.

I kept laughing holding my stomach from the soreness. My eyes watering from the joy, oh it felt like heaven. While others were looking at me with -what-happened- expressions, Kiaan was fully glaring at me.

"What are you laughing at?" My uncle asked curiously.

I looked at Kiaan seeing him taking a sip of the water in front of him, his eyes still looking at me from the side warning me to not insult him in any way possible.

Oh I will! My back hurts because of you!

I laughed again moving back on my chair, "Chachu (uncle) I-I s-saw Kiaan shirtless few minutes ago. It was f-f-funny." My voice cracked towards the end seeing Kiaan's expressions. The water he was drinking spilled on the table with his cough, probably because he drank the water fast because of my words.

He turned around glaring at me. My dad's eyes were wide open, including Grandma, aunty and uncle.

Jai was too busy eating that he never heard me while Rashi looked at Kiaan up and down, inspecting if he really had a bad body. Kiaan noticed me looking at Rashi. He followed my gaze seeing her shamelessly looking at his chest, somewhere debating with her own self whether had a hot body or not.

He covered his chest like a girl with no scarf wearing a suit making me laugh even harder.

"Rashi!" He irritatedly said glaring at her. "I'm your Jija!" (Brother-in-law)

"When did I say you're not?" Her reply was enough for me to fall of my chair. The situation was hilarious to me, definitely not to Kiaan as he removed his hands from his chest shooting daggers at me.

"If this how I'm supposed to be treated like uncle, then I'm never coming back?" He pouted like a baby. Normally I'll be awing but right now I was trying to stand up from the support of my dadi glaring at me. (Grandma) I just wriggled my nose at her. "And I have a great body. Which your sister drools over." He said it to Rashi but at the last part looking directly at me.

My laughter died away I embarrassment. When did I drool? I rolled my eyes sitting back on the chair looking down.

"Jaave." I heard dad's warning voice. I sighed knowing what he'll say. "Soyiii"

I gave him an anger look, he replied with a glare. I looked at Kiaan saying, "Sorry." Not before mouthing, 'meet me outside beta.' (Dear/Child)

Today was super funny, though I got embarrassed towards the end but I still enjoyed it. Never knew Kiaan could be lifetime entertainment for me. We were hiding home in few minutes when Jai came over to Kiaan in a hurry.

"Jiju, please can you connect this iPod to the laptop in mum's room? She's having sleeping problems so she wants to listen to bhajan (God songs) at night. She thinks that might help with her sleeping habits." He quickly said shoving the iPod in Kiaan's hand.

"Why can't you do it Jai?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows at him.

"I-I, di, i-i." (sister) He scratched the back of his neck. Wait, was he nervous? "Asha asked me to come over, they nee-need help in the café to move around the tables. S-so I-i-I'm going?" it came out as a question.

I moved closer to him whispering, "Aditi doesn't like guys who stutter." I advised him smiling tightly. I really appreciate and like how he really likes her. But I know she doesn't. I can see in her change of behaviour that she liked Dhruv. I didn't want to interfere in any of their private life so I let it slide away.

He's old enough to handle it. I thought as he left with a nod followed by a smile. A genuine smile.

Kiaan's Pov:

Let's make my favourite Chachi taste her own medicine. (aunty) I thought.

I wasn't going to forget what Jaanvi told me. We may fight but I do care about her.

I care when she smiled, cries, laughs. I care about every emotion running through her body. This was the least I could do for her.

I opened up the iPod seeing the old bhajan's that Jai has prepared for his mum. I'm sorry Jai. I thought changing the playlist a little bit.

Just little changes were made by me.

After ten minutes

"Chachi, Jai said to plug this in your room." I informed her in my normal tone.

"What is it?" Jaanvi's grandma asked.

"It's bhajan dadi ma." (old/god songs Grandma.)

"Oh let me hear it as well. This old lady would love to hear it." She smiled. This was probably the first time I bit my lips trying not to laugh after my marriage with Jaanvi. I plugged the iPod connected to the TV and DVD player ready for it to play.

"Jaanvi and I should be going. Mum and dad must be worried." I smiled taking my leave, not before saying. "And Chachi, just press this and it'll play. Enjoy, good night." (aunty) She smile nodding as we walked away.

Jaanvi was typing on her phone when I held her hand pulling her to the closed door of her house.

"What?" she hissed getting annoyed.

"Hold on." I whispered bring her closer to me. "Put your head on the door and listen."

"What? Now we're going to eardrop like spies? That to on my family?" She whisper yelled getting irritated.

This girl was so annoying. I gulped my anger staying silent. Within a minute the song played in full volume.

Humko kehte Superman

On karlo handy cam from AM to PM

Bande at your service mam

(We are called Superman

Switch on Your video camera from morning till evening

Guys are at your service)

Subah hone na de

saath khone na de

Ek doosre ko hum sone na de

[Tu mera hero (x2)]

(Let there be no morning,

lets not loose one-another's company

Let's not let each other sleep

[You are my hero (x2)])

Her eyes widen with her hand flying her mouth straight. The shock was written on her face hearing the song, "Kiaan yo-you did that?" She questioned lowly not believing her eyes.

I nodded grinning. "I guess your brother's getting a hiding and your Pyari Chachi will get taunted by your grandma" (Loving Aunty) I laughed at her cute yet shocked expressions.

She chuckled covering her mouth, "You really did it?" she asked again not believing my words.

"Yes, I did." I smiled knowing that I'm the reason behind her real smile for the first time. It felt so nice and relaxing seeing her happy.

"Why? Oh god," She placed her hand on her head, "She'll kill Jai!"

"Because I wanted to make you smile." I replied honestly not checking my words before I threw them away. "She deserves it. That's the least I can do." I shrugged my shoulders in disappointment.

"No," She shook her head in disagreement. "That's the most someone has ever done for me. Apart from hero and Adi." She smiled. She leaned forward freezing my legs for a moment. Her lips connected with my cheek, stuttering me in my place. I didn't expect that from her.

"Thank you." Came her straightforward words sending me to cloud nine in a second. Jaanvi Freaking Ahuja, well now Rajput kissed my cheeks? I mean, it was only the cheek. Yet. But enough for now. I was pulled back from my cloud nine hearing the voices from inside the house.

"I will kill this Jai! I promise Ma, I did not choose this song! Someone turn it off!" I heard aunty yell making both Jaanvi and me laugh out asses off outside the door like idiots. "RASHI! COME HERE AND TURN THIS OFF!" She yelled in anger.

Thank god we weren't inside or we would have been deaf by now.

"We should go Mr Rajput, or we'll also be yelled at." Jaanvi joked walking to our car.

"We should Mrs Rajput." I chuckled putting my hand around her waist as we walked to our vehicle, ready to drive away.

For the first time after our marriage I've seen her, and me actually, this happy. Today we both may sleep peacefully not cruising our fate.

I don't but maybe she cures her fate for getting married to me.

I closed the car door smiling at I looked at my in-laws house. Something good really did happen today.

Married My Enemy

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