43-Blending For Each Other

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Started Typing On - 4/01/2019

Finished Typing On - 7/01/2019

Chapter 43-Blending For Each Other

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Kiaan's Pov:

A smile appeared on my face knowing I made Jaanvi blush for the first time. She looked so red, redder than strawberry. Her brown orbs which held my eyes for over minutes were now looking down in shyness. Her lips curved into a smile quickly, once she felt my gaze on her. She was shy, nervous and quiet. I loved this Jaanvi.

She wasn't yelling, screaming or shouting. The air was fresh, quiet and all the negativity had faded to the back of my mind. A few minutes ago I was worried, my emotions were ready to break the wall that was keeping me in check. I could feel that I was losing my control thinking about what Jaanvi, my wife went through all those years. Without a mother.

Right now all I could concentrate on was her blushed face. My dead bird wasn't singing or talking. She was a mute bird right now.

Just silence. Silence surrounding the whole room. I could digest it to be honest. The non-stop chatter box was now sitting quietly looking down like those daily soap daughter-in-law. Oh I'm loving it!

I would prefer this Jaanvi but I wouldn't mind swapping this wife to the roaring lion at times.

This man wants to relax sometimes rather than running around his wife holding a scissor for his defence. My chuckle was on the verge of escaping my mouth, ready to echo in her ears but I controlled it.

I pulled her face a little bit closer. Now our nose clashing in between our faces, creating a wall. She shut her eyes tightly, biting her lips tightly as a gasp left her mouth.

See! Now she acts more like a women! Otherwise sometimes I feel like I've married an egoistic man inside a women's body. Rather than wearing women clothes I haven't really seen her behave like one. Today was the first time I witnesses her blush and shyness, any other day I feel like I'm talking to Anjali from Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. (Movie name)

That Anjali took a shocking change, from tomboy to a very sensible ladylike. I hope Jaanvi doesn't change from wearing women clothes into tomboy, or I'd have to introduce her saying, 'Hello, this is my tomboy wife, Jaanvi.'

I shook my head, blinking thrice before realizing Jaanvi's eyes were still closed, waiting for me to do something or say something. I so wanted to capture this moment teasing her everyday saying, 'See, my twenty-seven year old self was enough to fatter your heart.' 

"Jaan" I whispered lowly with a husky voice. It was just a four letter word but I purposely dragged it so my hot breathe would fan over her face, like wind passing by. She hummed in return, ready for me to speak further on.

"I-I'm hungry." Once again I whispered sounding serious. Jaanvi wasn't naïve, we both knew this for a matter of fact. Her eyes opened wide, putting a brake on my heartbeats. For a moment I thought I heard, 'la la la la,' but I found out it was a begged down the road singing a song.

I loved it how she looked into my eyes with her brown hypnotic eyes and a beautiful smile, leaving a lover boy grin on my face, playing guitars. Not blinking once, Jaanvi quickly blinked from preventing her tears, spilling out.

It was that moment. When I felt my paused heartbeats resuming once again at a faster pace. I could feel my heartbeats increasing and getting lost somewhere inside my chest, with my eyes staring into hers. I took a long deep breathe, boosting my courage for what I was going to say further on, I watched her the fiftieth time today.

Those brown eyes and that brain of hers were full of thoughts. The shock written on her face took me of track. I wanted to withdraw the tease mid-way but stopped seeing her eyes shutting shyly.

Ok Jaanvi sure is a female. You gotta make sure.

"For food." I completed the sentence leaving her face from my grasp. My body automatically dropped itself on the couch laughing loudly in joy seeing her face. Her shy eyes were now gone, replaced by a girl trying to understand what had happened.

Confused. She was confused. Her dark black eyebrows weren't raised up as usual, instead they were narrowed with her eyes turning from wide a few seconds ago, to small from all the thinking she was doing currently. My continuous laughter erupted her thoughts, shooting me many glares.

"Y-you-" she pointed her finger at me, clearly showing how pissed she was, almost ready to slap me. Her face was also flushed in embarrassment, from my withdrawal I guess.

"I what?" I demanded for her answer, glancing at her. My strong, muscles crossed itself on my chest waiting for her response. The angry Jaanvi turned into a mouse, biting her lip as she wriggled her nose being upset. She took her finger away from me, turning them in a fist, looking down unhappily.

"Come on Jaanvi, what did I do?" I pushed the subject further one, ignore the fact that she was sitting on my lap. The way she sat there with no hesitation, convinced me that she wasn't aware of it.

The tubelight also took time to understand things.

"Y-you pulled me." She spoke stuttering at the start. Her expressions replaced from being upset to embarrass. Her curvy eyelashes were looking down, giving me full view on the lashes.

"Like this?" She was in the middle of looking up when I placed my hands on her waist, pulling her body closer to mine. She didn't protest but her mouth wanted to. It opened wide giving full access for me to put a big slice of pizza inside it. The eyes looked blown away.

I took my right hand away from her waist, travelling it up to her lips. My thumb below her lower lip and my index finger on her upper lip, shutting her mouth.

"Vegetarians can't eat flies nah?" I smirked looking at her kissable lips. Controlling was hard but I don't want any of my moments with Jaanvi to be just an incident. I want it to be special, connecting and a memory that she'll keep close to her heart.

She wasn't one of those people who did things without feeling anything. Everything she did, from cooking to working, she did it with all her emotions and feelings invest in it. If she met a new customer she'd smile from her heart not just to look polite or nice.

I wanted that.

I wanted Jaanvi to actually blush from my touch. Giggle at my lame jokes and smile remember old memories of us together. I wanted it to be real and very special, almost as if we both were feeling the same emotions, same amount of love and desire and passion for each other.

I don't play with feelings, not because I care but because I know if someone plays with mine, I won't be able to handle it.

My friend Nidhi once said, 'Don't ever play with someone's feelings, you could win the game but you could lose that person forever.' I still remember the broken tight smile on her face before she walked away from me. Normally the quote wouldn't affect me at all but her smile did. Nidhi's smile did, maybe that's why I believe in it. A lot more than I should probably.

I was lost in my own little world when I felt someone's warm, soft silk hand on my right cheek. I pulled my gaze up noticing I was looking down, remembering Nidhi.

Jaanvi's eyes held concern, lacing with confusion at the same time. She shook her face a little asking me what I was thinking about. I smiled not making eye contact. They say those who are hurt can read your eyes without you even knowing, I was afraid of Jaanvi reading mine. I looked away from her, taking my hands of her waist so she could get of me.

To my surprise she stayed there, not moving an inch. My legs will break today. I waited for a brief minutes without looking up.

There I saw a deeply offended and annoyed frown on her face, making her dangerously gorgeous.

"What?" I asked masking my expressions into irritation.

"Your behaviour is very rude." She said lowly. In a very low tone looking hurt.

Jaanvi's Pov:

Imagine someone you like is being too sweet to you, caring, nice and romantic. Filling your ears with their husky soft velvet voice making you dance in joy than suddenly they flip.

Flip like Bigg Boss contestants. 

From being the perfect, romantic husband into an irritated person as if you took his food away from him just when he was about to put the beautiful, delicious and tasty curry in his mouth.

I hated those people who changed their moods in every second. Either be romantic and nice or always mean. His behaviour pattern was out of my brains data base. I could never analyse when he'd become all moody like a girl on her period, with cramps for the last two hours.

But the thing is, he's not a girl!

His irritated face made me wonder questions I never bothered to ask myself before. Did I do or say something wrong? Don't I look nice? Does he secretly have an affair with that picture girl? Why was he romantic a few minutes ago and now angry?

"Your behaviour is very rude." I voiced out my thought, managing my voice to stay steady and normal as much as possible. Not showing how hurtful his behaviour could be at times, I put my both foot on the floor, straightening my clothes.

Looking down at my feet I asked, "Where are the shops?"

"Uhh," I heard his amused voice. He was probably expecting me to yell or walk away from him. I seriously wanted to do that but feeding a hungry person is very important. To me. "I-I'll take you."

Now why is his voice cracking as if he's a girl who just had her first kiss?

I mentally rolled my eyes thinking, I ruined my reputation. Now every time I'm pissed he'll think I'll start yelling.

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"Onions, garlic, turmeric, garam masala powder, salt, peas, Paneer, ginger, chilli, tomato and oil." I read the list I prepared on our way to this supermarket. Kiaan hadn't stayed in his house for around four months so there were no ingredients at home for me to use in my cooking. He told me he decided to stay with his parents for some time because buying groceries isn't his favourite job.

"Anything missing?" He asked me looking at the beverage section. I closed my eyes breathing in and out, compressing the inner devil of me from coming out. I wanted to find the man who invented alcohol. He must be dead now but I don't mind killing him once again when I die.

Kiaan looked back at me, standing behind him with a trolley filled with the goods. His jaw dropped seeing my glaring at him. Scratching his neck awkwardly he said, "I wa-"

"You can take one if you want. Only one." I cut him off realizing I was being too harsh on someone who was used to drinking. Quitting alcohol wasn't easy, I know it and I appreciate the fact that he was trying.

Honestly speaking I didn't want him to buy it but once in a while I think I can handle. For him I could. Especially if he could handle my panic attacks. 

He smiled genuinely, his eyes twinkling with adoration. "Nah." He went towards the vegetable section taking some Coriander out.  Putting it inside the trolley which I followed behind him like a lost puppy he said, "I like to eat Paneer with coriander on top of it." He wasn't just saying it normally. He was telling me about his likes so I would know.

I nodded, holding the trolley tightly around my hands. "W-why didn't yo-" it was as if he knew what I was asking. He interrupted me with his little serious voice being honest as he said,

"I promised you." He looked to his right looking at me, as I walked alongside him. "I don't break promises." My thin lined lips turned into a pleasing smile. I don't know, maybe he thought I'll think he loves me or something that's why he added, "Plus it can't be that difficult quitting it? Can it?" he shrugged, taking his wallet out ready to pay.

It can be. If you're not mentally strong but you are.

Married My Enemy

PS, next chapter I may post today! (If I get time to finish writing it) Jiaan would be cooking together on chapter 44!!


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