Question - What's your favourite romantic story in Wattpad?

Answer- I was Never Yours, Devil for a Husband, Bound of Law and Win Her Heart.

(They are all in my Reading list if you want to check them out.)

Started Typing On - 28/12/2018

Chapter 37- 'Three Years'

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Jaanvi's Pov:

"Di (sister) was it Kiaan Jiju?" (Brother-in-law) Jai asked me the same question for the fifth time this morning. I was drying my hair as well as talking to Jai.

"It wasn't him Jai." I assured him sounding honest, which I definitely wasn't. I feel bad for Jai because I'm sure aunty scolded him every minute she saw him but it was funny. Very funny. I bit my inner cheek stopping myself from laughing while he whined.

"Di!" He yelled getting irritated. "Do you even know what songs were playing when she skipped that Desi Boyz song, hoping the bhajan will turn up?" I hummed in return, "Shake karaan, baby doll, sheila ki jawani and then it was kundi mat khadkao raja! Can you believe it? I mean what does that song even mean?" I could sense the annoyance in his voice but I couldn't help my laugh.

I died in laughed as I fell on the bed giggling so hard. Oh Kiaan. The selection of songs won my heart. "Ummm, the last song means, 'Don't knock love, just come inside.'" Finishing of my sentence I laughed rolling on my stomach putting the phone close to my ear hearing my cousin sigh.

It was funny ok?

"I know the meaning di!" (Sister) he replied empathising every word deeply. Still not helping my growing laughter. "You know what ma asked me? She said, 'my son is getting shameless day by day! Is this what you're doing? Asking girls not to lock the door so you can come inside!' god di (Sister) I'm so embarrassed, I'm innocent yet I feel embarrassed! God, she'll never stop taunting me about this, w-what if she says it in front of Aditi?"

"I have a question. Answer seriously ok?" I became serious, rolling on my back know since my elbows were hurting. After hearing a 'ask,' from him I looked up at the ceiling. "Did you show her the baby doll video?" I died in laughter imagining Chachi's (aunty) eyes popping out after looking at the music video.

But then I remember. If she watched that video I'm sure Jai wouldn't be alive right now.

"DIIIIII!!" I heard his roar from the line, in an instant I moved the phone away from my ear not wanting to be deaf.

"So you've seen the video?" I teased giggling, imagining his face going all red like a tomato. 

"I hate you."

"Aww, I love you too brother. But tell me did she watch it?" Hearing him groan over the phone I laughed in delight. My cheeks were hurting from all the laughing. I blame Kiaan for this. "Acha fine, sorry. But listen."

"Go on." He asked uninterestingly.

I composed myself before speaking once again.

"Did she hear this line, 'You Soniyo, She Put Up A Show
Unless I'm Impress, Baby I Gotta Go

"You are NOT helping!" With that he hung up on me, leaving me helplessly laughing my ass off. Oh god, Kiaan should have told me about his plan before, than I would have stayed watching the whole drama unfolding in front of my eyes.

I dropped the phone on the bed ready to comb my hair. I made my way to the dress, just then my phone buzzed. Someone had messaged me.

Walking back to my phone sitting on the bed, I opened it to see Jai's message.

Jai- If somehow Adi finds out about this just say, something like, that it was mistake. Ok? Please, she shouldn't think wrong of me.

A faint smile formed on my lips. He cared, but I don't think she did. A heart was going to break. Very cruelly and I was sure of that.

I pushed away my negative thoughts typing, 'Sure, I'll just tell her you were listening to 'Pink Lips' don't worry brother.' I chuckled hitting send.

Putting my phone inside my jeans pocket I combed my hair noticing Kiaan staring at me, like I've grown two heads.

"What?" I asked looking at him throw the mirror. Not even speaking a word he left the room with his hair still wet. When did he come? I thought.

We all had our breakfast in silence. I understand why Kajal wasn't speaking as always. She had issues with me. Sometimes I really wondered whether she was mute like my father. But then I was insulting my own father with my words. He didn't speak, but when I tried to positive words came out of his mouth unlike Kajal.

Dhruv just mouthed, 'are you ok?' when I sat opposite him. I nodded blinking tightly assuring him I was perfectly fine. Now he must think I'm seriously mental. I don't blame him though. What I was grateful for was none of the brothers shared yesterday's incident with their parents or sister.

I pity Kiaan. I shouldn't be, I mean he's my enemy but I do. He shouldn't be worried about me or looking after a kid like me. I was an adult, indeed, but these nightmares really made me wonder if I was a burden on him? He agreed to marry a strong Jaanvi which I portrayed in front of him. His family. My family. I betrayed him didn't I? I hide the real face of mine. Never thinking once that these nightmares might become a huge problem.

What he got in return was an afraid, nervous and self-conscious girl. I know that when I order coffee with two cubs of sugar but get four instead I'm very angry. I should be, after all I paid for it. I waited for my order patiently, I was expecting something else but I got something else in return.

But this wasn't just about an order. This was about living with someone living in terror. I don't know when again I'll have another nightmare or you may call it panic attack. I don't know. And that's the worst part. I can't prepare myself. He can't prepare himself, or take me away, somewhere alone. With no people to judge me.

Nobody deserved betrayal. Especially not when it comes to choosing their spouse.

I literally never thought I'll react like this. That I'll ever face another clown, or even if I did I though it'll pass away as I grow up. It never came in my head that Kiaan needed to know this. Clearly the damage was done, I couldn't just pick up the shattered pieces, could I?

"Sometimes starting all over again works. Who knows it might turn out to be a master piece." My train of thoughts were erupted by Kiaan's voice. I turned my face to the right to see him looking at Dhruv.

"W-what did you say?" I asked looking at his few minutes ago jaw facing me no replaced by his face. His eyes boring into mine in confusion.

"I was just telling Dhruv that he should work on the old project again." He seemed to understand my confusion, therefore he added, "The last time he did it, and he failed. I was just encouraging him to give it a shot again. I mean, we all learn from our mistakes, don't we?" he shrugged, now moving his serious eyes towards Dhruv. "Re-examine the presentation. I'm sure you'll be able to notice the mistakes and fix them properly, this time."

Dhruv nodded biting his sandwich hard, I could hear the fresh cucumber breaking apart from the hard bite.

"What if," I paused not knowing how to put it into the right words. "What if it's too late? Too late to fix it all up." I saw Dhruv putting his sandwich back on his plate, collapsing his hands together on the table looking at me with intense gaze. I was watching him from the side of my eyes but his gaze was enough to make me understand I said something wrong.

"I-I meant, t-the project. W-what if t-the dates already gone by? T-the due date."

"It's never too late Jaanvi. Never too late. If you're willing to give something your hundred percent I'm sure people will understand and appreciate it very much. It's never late it you're ready to make changes, to make good changes." He replied sincerely looking into my eyes. The way he looked, with his mouth shut and eyes noticing my face properly I could tell he knew something was bothering me.

This was my only chance to ask him another questions. So I did. "What if the changes are bad?"

I heard Kajal scoff pushing her plate away, "Are you trying to demotivate my brother?" She hissed. I opened my mouth to explain what I meant but was cut off by Kiaan.

"Since when do you care about Dhruv being motivated or demotivated, little sister?" Came his mocking tone seeking everyone's attention towards her. "If someone demotivates you, in a way it's motivating you to do better. Anyways, I'm sure Dhruv has enough brain to understand that Jaanvi wasn't talking about him but herself. The next time you speak with that tone to my wife, I'll forget that I'm your brother Kajal." His finger pointed in her directions with such force, showing how pissed off he was.

"Kiaa--" his father was about to speak further on with his warning look, but before he could do that Kiaan stood up from the table.

"Sorry but I'm getting late." He looked at everyone while taking his file in his hand. Looking at me sitting on my chair still he said in a business cruel tone, "Why are you sitting? Come, I'll drop you to the café."

I nodded quickly because I didn't want any of his family member's eyes on me. They'll definitely be thinking I've got Kiaan wrapped around my finger. Least his sister would think like that.

Standing up, I walked out the house following Kiaan's footsteps. Normally I've observed he walks slowly. Not too slow but not too fast as well. But today he stormed out the stairs getting inside the car. My eyes snapped open hearing the driver seat door close with a loud noise.

"Jesus, someone has enough money to afford another car." I murmured sitting beside him. I don't understand, what's the point of lashing out on vehicles or objects? Humans are seriously stupid. Very stupid.

In anger we always end up throwing things or maybe damaging something, which wasn't a fault. Just like now, Mr shut his door so hard that I thought it'll break. But I forgot, he has a lot of money to waste doesn't he? Buying a new car isn't too big of a deal.

"I also have the right amount of money to tape your chattering mouth." He roared starting the car, running his hands through his hair.

I folded my arms across my chest looking out the window. "Can't afford a comb and then he speaks of taping my mouth. Idiot."

"What did you just say?" he questioned snapping his head in my directions, I could feel it. I could feel his eyes on me.

"Get a comb first. Stop wetting your hands, with your wet hair." I muttered.

I didn't like wet hands.

Or dry hands.

I like normal hands.

Hands are so helpful.

"I have one! This is called style. Girls like this."

Why was he so confident? In every sentence he'll praise himself, even if he wasn't worth it. Once he finished his sentence it felt like a vegetarian was saying I love chicken. I burst out laughing. Who was he kidding?

My hand directly went to my mouth slightly covering it so he doesn't hear he laughing, it would hurt his ego nah.

I was getting there. My laughter was slowly dying until I caught him staring at me every now and then to see what I was doing. He looked like a confused money, this was all it takes for me to rip my hand off my mouth, laughing openly at his few minutes ago comment.

"Why are you laughing now?" He was in the verge of rolling his eyes but stopped as I moved around the seat trying to calm down.

I raised my hands up and down repeating, breathe in, breath out, and breathe in, breath out.

"Jaanvi" He warned stopping the car in front of my café. I let out a deep breathe, releasing the laughter lump forming in my throat. I moved over to him, taking his hand away from the steering wheel. Holding his large hard hand in mine I looked at his wrist watch.

"What's the time?" I said eyeing him, calmly looking at his face.

"So now you can't even read the time? God" he face palmed himself sighing loudly, "First nightmare, than panic attack, then my insult last night now this. Wait! Insult! You insulted me last night in front of your family! How could you Ahuja?" He glared at me remembering the comment I made on his body.

"Rajput."

"What?"

"I'm Rajput now, you idiot. I know it's hard for you to believe that this talented, god gifted beauty, gorgeous, breathe takin-"

"You and breathe taking?" He scoffed rolling his eyes, "my foot."

My teasing nature was replaced by a frown covering my whole face. I leaned forward pinching his nose tightly, not leaving it for even a second. He breaths in gasping from the sudden action of mine. I smirk moving away from him.

"See, I took your breath away!" I smile cheekily. He opened his mouth to argue but shuts up quickly realising what I did. It was evident he didn't like me pinching his nose because his hand flung on his red nose.

"You evil girl." He muttered rubbing it.

"Tell me the time."

"Time to get a watch!" He returns the answer with attitude.

"Where are you living Mr Rajput? This is lame and very old! Tell me the time."

He muttered something under his breathe making a face, unfortunately I couldn't hear him.

"Eight fifty five." He replies blankly.

"Yes and please don't forget. Your twenty-seven now. Not seventeen who girls will be drooling over. In three years you'll be thirty with wrinkles underneath your eyes, white hair, who knows you might even go bald?" My words were unquestionably affecting him. His smile was wiped away from his face with lines forming on his forehead from the tension.  

(Kiaan's shocked face realizing he'll be old in three years, while Jaanvi scares him even more with her own expressions)

Now he wasn't even looking at me, his eyes were staring at his face from the side mirror. Kiaan moved his hands on his cheeks, checking it out to see if he looked a bit older than before. A giggle was going to slip out of my mouth but I compressed it biting my lips shut.

No Jaanvi, don't laugh or he'll know.

"Your abs would disappear, in return you'll be gifted a big fat ugly belly. You know, since you're going to thirty soon I suggest you should diet. You don't have to b-but girls don't like fat guys you know?" He nodded reluctantly but this time his hand travelled to his stomach.

Oh god! And then he calls me mental! What is he? A kid?

"This is called style. Girls like this." I mimicked him lifting my imaginary shirt collar up, running my hands through my open wavy hair pretending to be Kiaan. His eyes shot up at me narrowing as he noticed what I just did. "Hatt, 'girls' like this,' that's why you never had a girlfriend!" (Move) I mocked speaking in his accent.

"Move along, let the air come in." I pushed him away, dramatically fanning myself turning my lips into a pout. I got out of the car, ready to cross the road heading to my Café.

Before crossing I was in cloud nine seeing the lost, shocked, speechless and amazed expression of his looking at me. I grin took place in my lips seeing the chatter box quiet all of a sudden, that to because of me.

I yelled from outside, "Keep counting, three years left man!" I touched my non-existing watch to him.

He made a face narrowing his big eyes at me, making me laugh.

I crossed the road. I knew he was still there, watching me carefully. I turned proving myself right. He was still there, gazing at me sharply.

He can only watch me with closed mouth, but I can talk as well as watch. I made a vomit expression at him before walking inside the opened café, being welcomed by my friends.

(Pretend this is Jennifer Winget who plays Jaanvi)

I never pictured myself to be normal around Kiaan after we got married. I hate to admit it but I was really nervous. Nervous that what if he forces me, or he makes my life living hell with his rude words. But that's not the case. The scene was all flipped up. My relation with him was still like the old Jaanvi and Kiaan, fighting with each other, taunting each other, teasing each other.

However one thing changed. It may not be huge to others but for me it was more than enough. He made me smile. Not just smile but laugh, giggle like a teenage girl. Obviously as teenagers his stupid words did affect my serious expressions turning into a smile but this was different. Yesterday he did something for me. Because he knew I was hurt by Aunty.

Either he did it just to make fun of Aunty or pull a prank like he always does. Or he really did pull that stunt for me.

I didn't want an answer, I was already happy just imagining that he did it for me.

Married My Enemy