(Jaanvi noticing Kiaan's features at the couch)

I thought people read my stories for time pass or because the title is interesting. Today I realised some people actually understand it, relate to it and find it motivating at times. After I wrote Widow and Unwanted Bride TWO I thought I was just wasting my time and getting super addicted to Wattpad but for some people these stories, any stories on Wattpad are eye opening.

I don't know what's going on in your guy's life, (whoever is reading this) but god isn't that cruel. Good things take time. Don't lose hope J

Started Typing On - 3/01/2019

Chapter 41-'Experience Teaches Us.'

~

Jaanvi's Pov:

I somehow managed to clean the alc-apple juice, spilled on the floor by me. The cloth I had used to clean it up was now hanging on the balcony, ready for the air to soak away the wetness. My hands wrapped itself around the railing of the balcony, tightly securing my posture. The cold air surrounding my body with coldness, to my liking.

A smile spread across my face loving the new country already. Not even been a day yet, it feels like, home.

It may be because I always wanted to stay away from family drama. Joint families always scared me. Not because of the large amount of people living under the same roof but because it was all formality. Yes, not every family is the same. Some actually love each other with all their heart but mine wasn't the same. One women, that one women had ruined my point of view on family. On relationships.

My father never said anything because of his nice, loving and forgiving nature but I know, I'm very sure that from inside he was hurt. Every time she said something about me in front of hero. Every time she spoke about my mother just too emotionally blackmail my father. Nearly every day when she cooked something that hero never liked, but still ate in silence not to be the cause of any drama. He was dying from inside, every day. But kept his mouth shut.

I may be selfish but I always wished to live alone with my husband. There's no guarantee is there? Guarantee that people around you would stay loving all their life. Kiaan's parents and brother are very nice, but for how long?

One day Dhruv would get married. Who knows if his wife doesn't like me? Or she doesn't like our family? You could never predict the future. I just wanted to be separated before things become worst. Before Kiaan's mother has a new favourite daughter-in-law.

Sometimes staying far away I better than staying close.

I don't want these ten days to end. Even though Kiaan and I aren't like those madly in love couple but I wanted to stay. Stay here. Far away from those nightmares, from those memories of my mother not being with me.

But that came along with staying away from my father. I didn't want.

I sighed breathing in the fresh air, looking down seeing human's looking not less than ants. This apartment was on the thirteenth floor so I can understand why everything looked different.

It was so calm. So quiet to my liking. I was ready to turn around to check on that crazy Kiaan when I felt someone arms on my shoulder, securing me tightly but gently pushing me.

I screamed on top of my lungs thinking I'll die, probably like Shilpa Shetty from Baazigar but I was getting thrown on the face not getting my leg flipped of the building. Wait! My father didn't take someone else's business by fraud like hers in the movie. Then why is he killing me? The strange question exploded in my head all of a sudden.

"Shut up stubborn cat!" he let the words out calming me a little bit. He wouldn't talk to me if I was getting killed. I mean, they don't want their victim to be sure about who they are, right?

Wait but I'll be dead anyways so it doesn't matter. It's not like I can go to the court and be the witness of my own murder. How long will he rot in jail if he murders me in New York?

The calmness was long gone realising he'll actually kill me. For what? Being the better swimmer? Now that's a lame excuse of murdering someone.

I started struggling in his arms closing my eyes shut, I was scared of height.

"Ki-Kiaan. S-stop." I yelled. Gripping my hand around his on my shoulders, I was practically making an X across my chest.

"You're so scared of dying aren't you?" He chuckled pulling me back. Once I knew I could stand properly on my own I pushed him away harshly. The push hadn't affected him, he still had that stupid annoying smile on his face.

"Jerk! Jerk! Jerk! Jerk! Jerk!" I yelled hitting his chest as hard as I could. My heartbeat was uncontrollably high. I felt as if the heart would rip my skin off, running far away from me.

"Tweak! Tweak! Tweak! Tweak! Tweak!" He repeated with the same tone as mine. Because I was breathless so he also started mocking me with the same facial expressions.

"Shut up!" I swear I wanted to kill him with my bare hands right now. "I thought I was dying over here before seeing you turn thirty and you think it's funny? What's this 'Tweak? Tweak?' ugggh idiot!" I wasn't even speaking, I was full on yelling at him. On his face.

He raised his hand in surrender, "I'm not an idiot to murder you near my apartment. What's up with this thirty thing huh? I'll still look the same. You will look like an old granny at thirty!" He huffs walking inside, sitting on the couch.

I followed his steps glaring at him the whole time. "I was scared!"

"Good." He murmurs, looking at me for a second then back at the TV. "Carry on."

"Carry what on?" I questioned, raising my eyebrow in confusion.

He took the remote, changing the channels before speaking. "That word game you started at your house. You said jerk and I said tweak, all ending with 'K,' now carry on." Kiaan said casually like this was normal.

Here I was worried about dying at such a young age and he wants to play that game?

My anger rose to another level. How can he take it so lightly? And when I answered back he got all angry! Great. Sexist man.

"Look Mr annoying." I pointed the finger at him. "Don't underestimate the power of a women." I spoke, ending the sentence with a hair flip dramatically.

He eyed me. Looking up and down at my body. No shame! He's checking me out right in front of me. His mouth opened wide into an 'O,' and his eyes still x-raying my body. I opened my mouth like a fish ready to tell him off when he burst out laughing. He clutched his stomach pushing all his weight on the couch.

He was crying from all the laughing as if he saw some funny video and here I just looked at him with a blank expression. Did I say something wrong? I masked my anger even though I felt the need to laugh. I bit my inner cheeks from preventing myself from laughing. Dad always said, 'Sometimes you need to be the serious one.' Being the smarter one I compressed my jolliness looking all mad.

"Y-y-you? W-Women?" He broke down into a fit of laugher again, leaving my mouth wide open. I was beyond offended now. Did I ever tell him he looks like a monkey?

He doesn't but we can just pretend.

I picked up the nearest cushion, throwing it onto his face. Not throw, more like pushing it into his face so he couldn't breathe. He kept laughing, more like giggling like a high school girl taking the pillow away from my hand. I tried to reach out for it, the aggression was so over my head, not realising I was practically sitting on his lap.

"Give it to me." I snapped him out of his laugh, dazzling into his eyes. The smile that had reached his eyes had faded away boring into my eyes with so such an intense look. His eyes suddenly glittering with unspoken and indescribable emotions radiating to me.

My hands which were reaching out for the cushion had rejected it mid-way.

It felt like the time has stopped. Or maybe I had stopped noticing anything more rather than is face. His eyes, were one of those dark chocolate ones. The chocolate that could at slightest bit of the heat of, love or happiness.

His lips slightly parted away front each other. They looked soft. The dimple on his cheeks weren't visible now but if I were to spot it in a second I'm sure I would have won. They always formed on his left cheek, completing his dashing look even more. His black wet hair covering most of his forehead. It gave him those billionaire looks though he wasn't really one.

His sharp jaw which I could fully view, if I reached out touch it I felt like I'll get a cut on my finger. He finally breaths out making me astonished at the fact that I took his breath away. I'll imagine I did. I think he breathe out after a minute because all this time my face was close to him but not once did I feel the warm air fanning my face.

And then he says I'm not breath-taking. I so wanted to roll my eyes but kept my urge in bay.

It was the first time I noticed a little black mole just below his neck. It spotted out on his skin, like they say, 'Chand mein daag,' it gave me that type of feeling after seeing it. (Stained moon)

The little mole was like an icing on the cake. It was the first time I saw a male having a mole. Even Jai didn't have one, not even my father.

I felt the sudden need to touch it but kept my hands away from him. I removed my eyes from his face, moving them upwards to his face. On the way I noticed him zipping his mouth shut. Ignoring that I looked up meeting his eyes. His chocolate brown orbs gazing at my dark ones.

The way he looked at me gave me a sudden shiver, from the strong and powerful gaze. It held many emotions but the most standing out was, love.

I mentally rolled my eyes at it. It wasn't possible. Kiaan had always hated me. I lied, a lot of times in childhood and h-he hated liars. He couldn't fall for a liar. I always annoy him to the max, he couldn't possibly fall for someone like me. I never praised him in any way.

Not when he came first in the swimming competition out of all the boys. I wanted to congratulate him but my ego, my self-respect stopped me. The day I found out he's leaving I didn't even call him, text, I didn't even meet him. He lived close enough for me to walk a block but I didn't go. Once he even wished me best of luck for my eighth class but I didn't say thank you.

Now I feel I took out all my anger on him because of Chachi. (aunty) The sadness, frustration, loneliness has blocked my senses away to think. Maybe it was just me who thought of him as an enemy. Maybe it was just me getting offended too fast. Taking his -supposed- jokes into a taunt or insult was my fault.

It was all my fault. 

'Experience teaches us.' My father use to say when I was a kid. Never thought I'll understand the meaning of it today.

I had pushed away a friend. I ignored him. I probably even bullied him. Annoyed him. Took many revenges in the name of prank. Insulted him in the past in front of Aditi to take out my frustration. It was all me.

"Losing a friend is more painful than losing a romantic relationship." I lost both.

Married My Enemy

Ps, Quote by, Revan Al-asmari.

For those asking when Viaan (Jaanvi and Kiaan) would be close and romancing, you all got to be patient. (Not saying it in a mean way or anything) I like to keep my stories relatable and logical. No one can fall in love in just like ten days after marriage. (Especially if you hate each other) It will take time, love doesn't grow like our hair, and it takes time. I promise they'll be closer after the honeymoon.

Does it make sense now?