38- A Threat To Kiaan

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(Jaanvi's telling Kiaan that Ayush is way hotter.)

Started Typing On - 29/12/2018 -
Chapter 38- A Threat To Kiaan
Jaanvi's Pov:

Kiaan's father had called me few minutes ago when I was busy taking the orders. I was informed with a calm voice about the honeymoon trip. He said Kiaan and I would be leaving in two days. The tickets were booked by him last night. The trip was supposed to last for ten days.

Oh how boring.

If they expected me to finish all my travelling and shopping in ten days then they got to be kidding themselves! New York, I wouldn't be getting a chance to go there again. Not if Kiaan decides to work there of course.

I had the strong urge to convince him for us to stay there longer but stopped. It may sound very desperate or wrong, I mean he was Kiaan's father and we were going on our honeymoon. Not just a random trip. I hung up with an 'ok,' in response.

"Who are you texting? You seem busy these days." I eyed Aditi's phone which she threw away inside her bag glaring at me. Ever since I got married I noticed, not once, not twice but many times Adi busy on her phone. Smiling, frowning, and sometimes even glaring at her phone.

Who brings out all her emotions out in one go apart from me?

"Jaanvi," She glared at me folding her arms across her chest. Here starts the lecture. I thought preparing myself for another 'manners,' lecture by her. "It's not good to look into others phone. Where are you ma-"

"Manners." I stood up from my chair taking the order list into the kitchen with Aditi following me like a lost puppy. "Table ten Asha." I passed Asha the paper, walking out of the kitchen. "You're twenty-five Jaanvi! Soon twenty-six in eleven months but it doesn't matter, you'll be twenty-six soon though! You should learn to give other's space, how can you be so manner less being my, Aditi's friend? I'm ashamed of you!" I mimicked her, just the way she says all these beautiful words to me. The only word that changes every time is my age. Otherwise I've heard this lecture for the past ten years!

Pointing the finger at her, showing her my angry pissed of eyes I said, "You were going to say this nah?" She stood there frozen with her mouth wide open. Guess she didn't expected me to remember all this. She was like a mother to me, always growling into my ear.

"T-that's mean Jaanvi," She frowns looking away from me. "You're making fun of me. You should fit them inside your head rather than repeat them."

"They are in there that's why I remember it off by heart." I murmured tying my wavy black hair into a messy bun. "Who was it Adi? I want to know."

Messing around was different and being serious was different.

There was a thin line between the two. Messing around was fine long as the opposite person understands it's properly. People may take us lightly because of our funny, sweet nature. To balance it we always needed to add the seriousness. As they say, 'Some time's you need to slap your child in order to make them understand what's right and what's wrong.' That slap would hurt. Of course it would, your cheek may turn red. But behind that slap, is the love your parents have for you.

That slap shows us how close they are to us. I mean, you wouldn't be raising your hand at a stranger would we? A bit of strictness was needed in every relation. And I knew exactly when to be and how to be strict and serious with my close ones.

"Dhruv." She said nervously looking away.

"What were you talking to him about?" I wanted to know. Call me nosy, I don't mind.

She changed her expressions into a glare. Sharp, flaming glare. Shooting right towards me.

"I know you had that panic attack yesterday. Why did you tell me? Do you know how many questions Dhruv was asking me? He was so worried but didn't have the courage to question you directly. In fact, he thinks I'm lying! He doesn't believe me that you're scared of clowns because of that stupid movie we watched as kids and that stupid dummy of Jai's! Why did uncle even gift him that? Handed a joker, to another joker." She burst out holding her head with her hands in frustrations.

I lied to her making up a story that, 'one day the lights went out. I was alone at home doing homework. I lit up the candle, turning around I noticed Jai's clown dummy that dad gifted him. Seeing it suddenly really scared me.' to make this look even real, I told her this made up story the day after we watched a horror clown movie.

There was no way I was going to tell her about aunty. I was scared myself, so telling her was out of question.

Thankfully, we were little so she brought it.

"Don't worry." I let out a sign seeing young couples eating, laughing and talking to one other, looking so happy. So calm. "Kiaan would speak to him. I-it very normal for him to wonder."

"Yes it is actually." Aditi said, her voice not so soft now. "Why did you get that panic attack so suddenly? After so long Jaanvi."

"I'm leaving for New York in two days. We'll return after ten days. Want me to get you something?" I tried diverting her thoughts, as I wrote some numbers on my notebooks to keep myself busy.

"Yes actually." She replied in an extreme calm tone. Her anger never disappears so quickly, it seemed odd. "Bring me the old honest Jaanvi back. The one standing in front of me lies all the time. She doesn't even bother telling me that she sees those things again!" Bitterness coming out of her voice all in once, not making me feel any better.

She was right but I wasn't wrong as well. How long am I supposed to tell her everything? She wasn't my mother to keep tabs on me. The more I tell her the more suspicious she'll get. I didn't want any of that. Least not now.

The way she said 'those things,' it made me feel like I was different. Different in a negative way. I was certainly not seeing ghosts.

My attention was on my phone now. The ping noise had already distracted me, I took it in my hand. Opening up the phone I saw a message from Kiaan.

Kaan (Ear)- We'rey goingy toy Newy Yorky iny twoy daysy. Packy youy bagsy, goldy diggery.

A faint smile lingered on my red lips reading his message. I read the message again with the same effect on my cheeks. They were all red. Redder than the red rose. He remembers the Y's. I shook my head biting my lips as I typed.

'I'my noty ay goldy diggery, I'my ay tripy diggery. Remembery Iy don't likey goldy?' Hitting sent I waited for his reply

A minute later I received a message from him.

Kaan (Ear)- 'Doesn'ty mattery, stilly usingy my money.'

Money. I hated that word.

It brought happiness for some and loneliness for others. The problem was this stupid money. If there was no money there wouldn't be show offers as well. And no white shoes for Kiaan.

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"Jaanvi I'm sitting in the middle ok?" I heard Kiaan's voice behind me was I walked to out seat. He didn't sound over confident like before, not even confident to be honest. He sounded very nervous. More like scared. Wait, was he scared of planes? I looked back raising my eyebrows, trying to read every single detail he left.

He noticed it. Noticed it all. Leaning closer he whispered into my ear, "Oh stubborn cat, behave. Stop ogling your husband in public. Do it in the room not inside the plane with people watch us."

My lips which were in a thin line made their way upwards into a smile. I felt the blood inside my body raising up to my cheeks turning them red as a tomato. The first thing that came into my head was hide my face but I couldn't give him the satisfaction, could I?

Closing my eyes I let out a breath, pushing away the comments effect on me.

"You don't like flying, do you?" I questioned trying my luck. Sometime he is pretty honest, who know he might tell me. I sat by the window.

He was asking me to sit on the window seat as if I cared. I was going to sit there even if he wanted to. I loved seeing the city, the people and the cars turning into ants. And then little dots. Seeing the cloud, the blue sky turning into orange was a different feeling. I wanted to feel it again. The last time I travelled in a plane was on my twentieth birthday.

The joy of seeing the sky changing the colour was indescribable. It was a treasure to watch. \

"Who says that?" He scoffs, acting a bit too confident for his own good now. "I love flying. I-it makes m-me feel great?" The confident statement came out as a question making me giggle lightly under my breath.

"Sure."

After dad heard about the honeymoon trip, he strictly warned me to 'be careful, stay with Kiaan all the time.' To which I asked him two days ago,

"Stay with him? Even when he uses the toilet?"

He started it.

Dad's face turned red from my bluntness making me raise my shoulders in pride. Oh I loved his blush. Not knowing what to say, dad hung up on me.

As promised I was going to FaceTime dad every day, send pictures looking all 'happy.'

The little argument I had with Aditi was still on, I guess? She wasn't talking a lot to me. Maybe still hurt that I kept secrets from her. She needs time, and I'm willing to give her that.

Jai texted me yesterday spilling the beans. Chachi (aunty) again asked him to download some bhajan (Old/god songs) for her. To his stupidity he gave her the same iPod. The problem wasn't the iPod, it was the songs that he hadn't deleted which Kiaan downloaded.

I'm sure this time she definitely heard the 'But tonight no bites, cause the wife will know,' because the next thing he told me left me in a fit of laughter.

'She broke my iPod.' He texted me two days ago. Poor iPod. Reminds me, I need to tell Kiaan to get him another iPod.

"Hello." I heard a deep voice of a male. Sounded like a guy in his late twenties. I turned to my left noticing a tall guy around Kiaan's height looking down at us with a pleasant smile on his face. The smile really did lift up his personality. Wearing denim blue jeans, with classical white shirt, his black short hair gelled up suiting perfectly with his look.

"Hi" I smiled, showing excitement. I loved meeting new people. Who didn't show off I might add.

I saw Kiaan just looking at him, somehow looking threatened by the guy's presence. This will be fun! My husband's eyes were on the guy but not once did he open his mouth to greet him.

Rude much!

I pinched his right arm tightly making him glare at me in instant, he hissed in pain. His hand making it's way up his arm, rubbing it lightly.

"He said hi! Reply." I whispered showing him my eyes.

"I won't!" He snapped making a face.

"Are you jealous because he's hotter than you? Worried, Mr soon to be thirty?"

He groaned under his breathe shooting daggers at me with a narrowed eye. "No! I'm not jealous, shut up. He's no way near me, mrs soon to be twenty-six!"

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Sorry, I forgot. You're the king." Came my sarcastic reply touching his ears. To my surprise, the idiot took it very seriously and smiled. He leaned back on his seat, putting his right leg above his left leg, sitting like a king sitting on his throne. Attitude.

"Yes, slave." He whispered into my ear with a grin.

Main tujhe banati hu slave. (I'll make you a slave) I thought gulping down the strong desire and urge to slap him right across his grinning face.

The more I try to think how nice, sensible he is. The more he showed me his real face, the immature side of his.

The man was now sitting down next to Kiaan, putting his seat belt on. He caught me watching him. A smile appeared in his face, "I'm Ayush." He extended his hand for a shake. He seems friendly. I pulled my arm away from the seat ready to shake, just to be cut off by Kiaan.

"Kiaan." He greeted Ayush with a strong, manly shake. At first Ayush looked surprised, I think he thought Kiaan was mute since he didn't return the 'hi,' but his face was recovered quickly with a smile followed by a nod.

I looked at Kiaan's hand in his which he wasn't pulling away. Was he gay? Can that be possible? I kept elbowing his hand so he'll pull it away but he didn't.

Stubborn! Then he calls me stubborn. Ughh.

I looked down hiding away the irritation from Kiaan. Just then I realised something. A grin played my lips eyeing his shoes. My left leg with heels on landed on his foot strongly. In a second he groaned bending down to touch his sore foot. You did the same to me, dear husband.

Ayush looked worried but I took his eyes off from Kiaan quickly. Extending my hand for a friendly shake I muttered, "Jaanvi."

Now that's what you get, soon-to-be-thirty-year-old.

Married My Enemy


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