4-Too Close

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03/09/2018
Chapter 4-Too Close

"Hero," She whispers walking into her father's room. Moving her gaze to the window she saw him standing in deep thought. His posture stiff. She slowly places her hand on his shoulder. Feeling the touch he turns around meeting his daughter's concerned eyes.

"Jaave." He gently curves his lips into a smile. He raises his eyebrows asking her 'what's wrong?' Her face was down, she didn't look happy to him.

She weakly lets her lips twitch upwards toward a prominent grin. "How do you always know if I'm happy or sad?" She questions intrigued to hear his response.

He chuckles pointing at her, making her roll her eyes. "But I can tell if your sad or not because of your facial expressions and your hand gestures. But how can you read me? I always smile to hide my anger and pain." She replies when her father meant 'just like you know mine.'

He touches her cheeks lovingly, "Mhh Jaave." He says.

"I know I'm your Jaave but still. Stop reading me so well, it's not good for you." She mumbles placing her head on his chest.

She didn't appreciate her father knowing her inside out because if he did he'd know if she was sad, she wanted him to be happy and carefree. She wanted him too not worry about her.

"Kiaan isn't nice superhero." She whispers wrapping her arms around him, "He called me stubborn cat, am I stubborn to you?' Jaanvi questions him, pulling away and gazes at her father attentively.

He tries to hide his smile but fails horribly, he nods openly making her glare at him, "Am I your daughter or is he your son?" She whisper yells walking to the bed. Sitting down on her father's bed she stares down at her hands. Jealousy was making her see red.

Studying his daughter unhappily sitting on his bed, Ansh sighs and stalks over to her. Sitting next to her, he lifts her face up—hands on her small quivering chin—he saw tears in her eyes. "Jaave." He heavily with so much regret and ache says in a concerning tone. Ansh's eyes softens like butter just before it starts to melt.

"Dad let's leave. Let's move away. Only you, Dadi and I. I don't want to stay here." She broke down historically and begins to wipe her tears away, "I don't like it here. How can I stay happy seeing the hate of Chachi for you? Why does she hate you? She doesn't spare one chance in insulting you! I—I hate her. Because of her I get angry with Jay and Rashi—sometimes—and ignore them. After all they are her children." She sobs averting her stinging eyes from him. She didn't have the strength to face him.

"Jaave." Her father carefully says keeping his hurt voice even. He wipes her tears away, "Hommm" He reminds her.

"This isn't our home dad, this was our home when mummy was alive. She's not here, so why are we here? Why? You earn enough, I earn enough we can move away, away from fake people! Chachu loves you yet he doesn't have the guts to shut his wife up, what kind of love and respect is this? I've tolerated enough but I can't anymore. And then you want me to get married? How can I leave you all alone here?" Jaanvi raises her angry and protective voice getting frustrated with her father's kindness that never seems to end.

A moment of silence passed between the father and daughter. Her tears began to stop. She sniffs her red nose. Ansh takes this as a good opportunity to help her understand through his sign language.

'Your mother and I loved this house. This is the house where Iaa (Ishaani) came to after getting married, you grew here. I grew here. Your mother believed in joint family, I can't break it. I know Juhi has issues but it'll fade over time.'

"No," Jaanvi got up from the bed looking around. Disbelief irks her eyes and tensed posture. "She hates us. You. Me. Fade over time? Never dad, how long will it take? Twenty more years? By the time I'm forty-five? Hate can never change unless the person tries to change." She reasons bravely with a flat voice.

Getting up from the bed he stands in front of her, 'I will never leave this house. It has your mother's memory, your childhood memory, I can't leave it behind. And Kiaan is a nice boy. Trust me? Trust your mother?'

"Did you always love mummy? When you met her did you love her?" Jaanvi questions peering into her father's eyes. The eyes that had endured and saw so much since a very young age.

A bright smile replaces his worried face. His facial expressions weren't pulled in signalling towards distress. He nods slowly and gently making Jaanvi's straight lips curve into a broad smile.

He carefully walks to his cupboard and gets a book out. Walking back to his daughter he passes it to her muttering, "Radd" (Read)

"I will." She flicks a smile despite the situation. She exits his bedroom with the book in her hand. Jaanvi was so busy examining the book cover while walking turning blind and deaf to someone who started walking behind and trying to get a look at the book in her hand. She was near her bedroom when she hears footsteps behind her, steadily the young girl turns around guessing it's probably her best friend.

"Ah." She screams in fear as Kiaan shouts loudly 'got you' "Idiot!" Jaanvi mutters from the corner of her mouth shooting daggers at him.

He simpers loving the reaction he got from her. "After all, even cats get scared." He grumbles in satisfaction seeing her face scrunched up and nose as red as a tomato. "How will I live with you? Actually, sorry my bad, let me rephrase it, how will I tolerate you?" He inquires giving her a thoughtful expression as if he's genuinely wondering for the answer.

Jaanvi belittles cockily, "Exactly, you can't tolerate me because I'm too tough to handle. You see, I'm smart and cunning and you're dumb and stupid so we're not a good match." She snaps shoving an accusing finger his way.

"Dumb and stupid are the same words idiot." He replies giving his head a shake as if to do a hair-flip.

"Different words, go google it. Dumb starts with a D and stupid starts with a S. I wonder what you did in school all those years." She leans back on the wall, the book hugged to her chest and eyes narrowed as if slicing him in pieces.

"Shut up, would you? You better learn to respect me, or else." Kiaan shoves a warning finger at her in a threatening manner.

"Or else what?" She glares at him. The confidence inside her suddenly urges to bounce out of her body and roast him. She stands toughly in front of him with chin straight and high, face up, eyes fills with hatred and annoyance and chest out. Kuch zayda toh nahi ho raha? (It's not too much?) She asks herself because he looked amused.

"We're getting married for sure, so you have no way out. So, Ms. Stubborn Cat, we'll be sharing one room." A reckless and shameless smug marries his lips as he rubs his hands together to intimidate her. It works because Jaanvi's confidence is long gone. Moving closer to her he says evilly, "I can do a lot of things you may not like."

She pushes herself back trying to create distance between them, "E—exactly. E-even I can do al-lot of things you may not like. But," She pauses, collecting her breath. Pushing him away she starts once again, "You're not so lucky to become my husband as I'll find a way out of this." The optimistic Jaanvi was back for a while,

"I hope you do, because I don't like cats." His facial expression betrays his comment.

"And I don't like dogs." She fakes a smile walking away.

Her best friend Aditi was supposed to be in room. Her house but she left. She had to get home quickly. Jaanvi places the book on her bed and fetches for her phone. Clutching the thin phone once she found it she calls her best friend.

Aditi picks up on the third bell. "Hey," the traffic around her blares in Jaanvi's ear.

"Hi." Jaanvi's voice was low and so unkind herself.

"I heard, a—about the wedding thing." Aditi breaks the silent. Her pace steady and calculated just like her sentences. She doesn't want to upset her best friend.

"Oh, yeah." Jaanvi laughs at the thought, "They expect me to marry that Kaan? I mean, come on."

"You know he's not as bad as you described him to me over the years." Jaanvi's eyebrows draw in together, first in confusion and then in anger at her best friend. "When you angrily walked off with uncle I saw him in the garden. Your aunt had asked me to get some vegetables before I left. We spoke. He was nice, calm and funny. I think you just—Jaanvi. I think you should control your anger around him a little. Who knows maybe things might work out?"

The suggestion wasn't bad but her mood was. She's siding him?

"Why don't you marry him then? After all I'm not ready to go to jail." She responds picking up the book and puts it inside her cupboard.

"Why will you go to jail?" Aditi asks crossing the busy road.

"Because I'll murder him. They expect me to marry a guy who I hate."

"Jaanvi it's been eleven years. I think it was a childish act. He was young and so were you." Aditi tries to explain the obvious to her stubborn friend.

"He's two years—and five months—older than me, I must have been childish but how can he? I can't forget it. And I won't."

"Then maybe it's time to move on. I've supported every decision of your Jaan but today, I'm not sure. Your dad seemed to really like him. For once don't be stubborn or make impulsive decisions. Your hero never asked you for anything, remember you wanted to make him happy? I think saying yes to this marriage is a way to make him the happiest father alive."

There was a long pause in the line. The only sound Jaanvi could hear was the horns being blown on the busy road of their city. Aditi let's a heavy breath escape from her lips. "I have to go. Mummy asked me to get a few things. If you need anything then call me? An—and," She pauses guiltily. "It's your decision. I just gave you my opinion but you make the choice."

"But for dad, I can't just marry him." She mumbles to herself as soon as Aditi hangs up. "I just don't want to."

Married My Enemy
Edited On – 26/04/2020 (12:45 p.m.)

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