This is Valak (above) for those wondering who he was. - He's from conjuring 2.

Below is the picture of Paneer, those who don't know what it is.

Finished Typing On - 10/01/2019

Chapter 46- Lesson To Be Taught

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Jaanvi's Pov:

"You get scared so easily, idiot." He muttered pulling my hand into his rough one. He didn't just pull my hand, he entwined it with his. I felt the fear slipping away from my shoulders feeling his touch. His palms were so warm, comfortable and at the point assuring me that I'd be fine. I followed his lead towards the bed. Sitting down in the middle, I wiped my tears away feeling ashamed. Now he'll make fun of me. Bloody great. "Don't worry, I won't let you die." I felt the bed dip and heard him shuffle towards me.

Keeping my eyes still on the screen, I felt his folded arms touching my arm as he sat next to me. This time he sat closer than before. If he even shifted on the bed a little he's arms would be touching me.

Well they could touch me. Focus.

The worst scene from the movie was about to come. My hands on my lap were ready to cover my eyes in any second for protection. 'A women has to protect herself', someone said. I don't know who quote it, what matters is it's true. Very true. Next to me sat my husband who didn't look scared or least worried about the upcoming scary, nasty scenes. They were meant to scare us but it seems he wasn't affected at all.

His strong arms folded across his chest, his back leaning on the bed frame behind us. The expression on his face showed how bored he was, almost like he was done with the movie already. He yawned, catching my attentions. His palms covering his mouth, like a true gentleman. Gentleman.

"Haven't you noticed my jawline before Jaan?" He said, looking straight at the tv screen not blinking once. My head which was tilted towards him now looked down feeling embarrassed, for the millionth time. Was it that obvious? I could tell my blood travelled to my cheeks, my red face was cursing myself inside my head for being so stupid.

He was more stupid though.

The scene I was scared to witness was in front of me but didn't scare me at all. I didn't flinch. I didn't close my eyes, feeling afraid. I stayed still, looking at the screen but in the back of my head I was thinking. How many times did he call me Jaan? Or Ariel?

I understand and I can digest the fact being pronounced as Ariel because he used to call me that, back when we were young. But Jaan? Only two people ever called me that, Aditi and my father. Even Rashi and Jai never used Jaan, it was always Di (sister) or Jaanvi di, never Jaan. It's not that I want him to stop calling me that or ask for my permission but it just sounds so new. So fresh. Even though I've been called Jaan billion times in my life.

Jaan, the nickname itself creates knots inside my stomach in a very weird, strange and loving way. It feels like the name is meant for him, only him. The way his tongue rolls around my name, makes me smile. Smile for no valid reason. I didn't need reasons to smile around him. Just the feeling was enough. Enough to make me blush, shy, quiet and sometimes even happy.

My lips curved into a cheerful smile.

"Umm, you think it's funny that the dog is dead?" His voice flat, annoyed and clearly unhappy with my smile. My grin fades in the back of my head realizing the scene in front of me. The dog had just died and I was smiling. But I wasn't smiling at that, I was smiling at my own thoughts. Obviously he doesn't know that but he knows me better than this.

"N-no," I raised my voice, my eyebrows furrow not liking the accusation. After an uncomfortable pause I spoke, "I-I was just remembering old days when Adi, Rashi, Jai and I use to watch movies together." I thanked my brain for quickly making up a story. It was real but I didn't expect myself to answer so fast, sounding honest.

Kiaan nods in reply after I cleared the doubt. He still didn't seem too happy though. Wait. Was he a dog lover?

"Ca-can you turn the v-volume down?" I pleaded, shifting on my spot getting scared from all the screaming. "Please?" I added to be extra sweet.

He takes the remote from the side table towards his right. His hand pressed the minus button. I was hoping he'd turn it down from 100 to least 50 but he took his finger of at 90. I tilted my face towards him, gazing at his right left cheek and jawline. God damn, they were so sharp. Next time I need to sharpen my knife I'd use his jaw.-No. That sounds like a murder. His skin will come off-"You got to be kidding me." I raised my voice fifty percent more than my average voice because of the loud speakers. There was no way he could hear me from all the screaming happening in the movie.

"You said something?" he replied not even glancing at me. His eyes were stuck on the screen looking bored. He yawned for the second time looking tired. Why is he even watching the movie if he's bored?

He wasn't going to listen to me or turn it off so I lifted my weight of the bed, leaning towards his right hand to snatch the remote. Luckily he couldn't react so fast, I took it away from his grip turning the tv off.

His eyebrows lifts giving me the -what- look, in response I just shrugged.

"How can I enjoy the movie if my husbands tired?" I made up an excuse using yawns against him. Partly it was true because I did feel bad seeing him awake only to accompany me.

"I'm not *yawns* sl--" He covers his face with his hands, sliding it down his neck, tiredly. He looked at me for a minute or so, perhaps trying to figure out whether I was actually concerned about him or not. "Fine, let's sleep." Kiaan says suddenly, as if he only just now made the decision, as if he had to struggle with it.

I nodded smiling. I remind myself not to show him too much of happiness or I knew his evil brain would snatch it away. I kept my smile short, simple and normal like any other day. He was leaning down on the bed ready to doze off when I exclaimed,

"Not here." He looked confused from the way his eyebrows arched. His puzzled gaze on my face the whole time expecting a quick answer, as he looked too tired to even argue at this point. "We watched half of the movie in this room. I-it scary, t-the cupboard." I pointed at the black big cupboard right in front of my eyes. To my unfortunate bad luck even in the dark, the shape of the bloody cupboard scared me.

He gave me an exhausted glare ready to throw his words at me. By the look on his face I was pretty sure that he'll argue. Not wanting to stay even a second in this room -tonight-I placed my hands onto his, squeezing it with pleading eyes I mouthed 'please.'

His soft looking lips parted, muttering something under his breathe. My inner curiousness was all set to question him about his self-talking but hit brakes at it once he stood up wearing his slippers.

"We'll sleep in Dhruv's room." He murmured making his way through the dark. How can he see in darkness? If I was him I'm sure I would have ended up bumping into objects on the way. I was clumsy. Sometimes.

"Ohh." I was shocked. I thought he lived here alone mostly, far as I remember being told, Dhruv lived with his parents. "H-he lived here?"

"What do you think?" He replied walking into another big room. This room was quiet similar to our bedroom, the only major difference was there wasn't any cupboard. The walls were grey, black and white as expected. Boys. A king sized bed in the middle of the room with white and black bedsheets. Even this room had two little bedside table. The left table had a photo frame of Dhruv and a man. I walked closer recognizing the man. He was the same man-

"That's my dadu." (Grandad) he must have noticed me strongly staring at the picture in curiosity. Running his hands through his messy black hair he laid down on the left side of the bed. Does he have a habit of sleeping on the left side?

"Oh." I walked to the right side of the bed laying down quietly. "I-I don't remember seeing him, much." I honestly had no memory of ever meeting or talking to his grandfather before. Strangely I never even asked anyone about his grandparents.

"That's because you never met him." He whispered, his tone flat. Describing sadness and a hint of anger. Maybe he doesn't like talking about his grandfather? I decided to understand his emotions, not questioning anything further on. He will come around himself. I thought.

I shifted my weight to the left a little. I move around a lot while sleeping if my bed's changed, it's been a bad habit. Wonder why I didn't ever change my twenty year old bed. It's always been extremely hard for me to adapt into new places, bed being one of them.

Kiaan didn't look least worried about the sleeping position. He hadn't moved once from his spot. His left hand under his head as a pillow, sleeping on his back. I got up a little, moving closer to his face. I met his closed eyelids. How can he sleep so fast? That's what I thought, I mean he wasn't moving so of course he's asleep.

No one can sleep this fast. Maybe it's because we had a busy day? Or maybe he slept in this room before?

I forced myself to close my untired eyes, wanting to fall asleep before my imaginations break my sleep.

Dog dies.

Kids hand clapping from inside the cupboard.

Young girl banging her head on the door.

A little boy died under the tr---

I opened my eyes quickly, feeling my lungs pushing out the air with such force that I gasped heavily. My head on my pillow, feeling heavy all of a sudden like a rock. My pink lips parted slightly ready to let out a scream in any second. The idea of remembering the movie causes the back of my neck to break out into even more of a sweat. My chest raising up and down reluctantly feeling afraid all of a sudden.

I look to my right to see Kiaan still laying down, sleeping steadily. Not feeling the need to think twice, I moved more closely towards him. Turning my body so it was facing him now, I wrapped my left, tiny hand around his frame to feel less anxious about possessed by some ghost.

When I didn't feel him notice, I placed my left leg just below his stomach. I always did that whenever I was scared. Holding someone tightly while sleeping was daily habit. It was either Aditi or Rashi in my arms or a big teddy I brought specially for this habit of mine.

But when I was afraid I always kept half of my body on the other person, just in case someone tries to pull my body away least I can hold onto the person for safety. I looked up seeing Kiaan's face only few inches away from mine, he was breathing calmly into his sleep.

The thin lines were long gone from his forehead, indicating he was sleeping peacefully for a hectic day. A smile spread across my face seeing him sleep free minded. I tightened my hold around his arms, putting my head on his well-built body. My head on his chest, rising up and down as he let out a breath. I let out a sigh in relief, feeling safe around him.

My leg around his body was tucked under his back so firmly so I couldn't move away from him. I didn't want to anyways.

His minty breathe touching my scalp, in a such a soothing way that I slowly doze off to sleep.

Kiaan's Pov:

I think it was around five in the morning when my eyes opened a little feeling some weight on my chest. I slowly opened my brown eyes seeing half of Jaanvi's body on me. It didn't take me too long to understand why that had happened. Scary cat. I thought yawning. I placed my left hand on her back, gently trying to put her body on the mattress when I realized she wrapped her foot so smartly just under my body. (Ps, I don't know if you can imagine how she placed her leg on him so sorry! I suck at descriptions!)

Ughhh. I closed my eyes tightly, letting out a low groan in irritation. This was not good. I knew it. I tried wriggling my leg so her leg unwraps itself around me in annoyance but nothing happened. It was as if she glued herself to me.

Even looking at the position we were on was heating my body up. I hate her, now. Her knee was touching my stomach and her foot was on my right thigh.

I fucken hate her.

I let out a frustrated growl not liking this at all. Who wants to take cold showers at five in the morning! In New York I may add.

I decided to initially put my left hand on her waist, gently pulling her back so I could use my other arm on freeing my body. Never in my life did I imagine a girl being so shameless. And when she wakes up she'll say, 'I never did this.'

I kept a firm yet gentle grip on her waist pulling her back swiftly when she growls loudly in anger. Stubborn cat.

"Jaanvi move." I tried to sound calm as much as possible but my erection wasn't helping me. I hate her. My voice came out seriously pissed. I looked down at her who tightened her hold on me.

Damn it.

"Jaanvi!" I repeated, this time loudly though with a cold tone.

Her eyes closed but the frown on her face was evident that she was pissed, already. "Let me s-sleep." Her voice died at the end as she let out a yawn.

Great! Bloody fantastic. Here I can't sleep because of her and she's sleeping like a baby.

"Move!" I was on the verge of yelling at her. I don't like breaking someone's sleep but I needed her to move. How long was I supposed to stay there like this?

My mouth was opened to snap at her when I felt her move her leg. My voice died at the back of my mouth not liking her leg movement at all. This was torture. For any guy. She placed her head closer to my chest. My heart beating a marathon right now, like never, ever before. This was the strange part. I claim that I hate or dislike her but I feel so different around her.

Like a teenage boy getting his first kiss. We hadn't kissed or done anything yet little affection, words were enough to make me feel so happy around her. I don't know if it's right or wrong, but I knew one thing.

I couldn't deny the fact that Jaanvi had a strong effect on me.

I felt all the blood in my body drain to my spot, again, when she moved her leg closer to my inner thigh. She has no idea does she? I thought closing my eyes shut.

"Jaanvi." I let out a breath in frustration. She had no right to look so innocent while I was forced to have a cold shower early in the morning because of my hard manhood. Not hearing a reply from her, I gripped her waist with so much force, pushing her down on the mattress.

Her eyes flung open from the unexpected jerk, looking at me in shock and confusion. Confused my foot. My body on top of her, gazing right into her eyes with such intensity that I felt her chest raise up and down at a faster pace that before. Our chests weren't touching but I could sense her heart beats speeding up like lightening.

Her forehead, slightly sweating as my breath did the job of blowing air on her face feeling fresh. Her shaky hands instantly placed on my chest, from creating a wall between us as I kept looking at her with indescribable emotions. I felt my body heat of even more from her one move.

Her eyes lowered looking shy.

No makeup, yet she looked so beautiful without in trying. And adding to that was her curvy eyelashes lowering under my gaze.

I mentally smiled knowing I made her shy. The only man who made her feel like this.

"You," I whispered, stretching every letter. "My wife, need a lesson to be taught." A gasp escaped her mouth, her eyes now meeting mine, completely shocked from my bluntness.

I couldn't hold it anymore. Not even if she was unintentionally teasing me.

Married My Enemy

*Author currently is in Mars asking aliens for description for her next chapter.*

Romance lovers, watch out for the next chapter!