Jaanvi when she realizes about the Fan.

This chapter  probably sucks, sorry! (Not edited!)

Started Typing On - 10/01/2019

Chapter 47- First Kiss

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Kiaan's Pov:

"You," I whispered, stretching every letter in the word, in a teasing manner. "My wife, need a lesson to be taught." A gasp escaped her mouth, her eyes now meeting mine, holding completely shock from my bluntness. Wasn't expecting that I guess?

My feelings for her? Still I don't know how to put it in words or even a sentence. It's different, that I'm sure about. I've never felt like this before for any other girl. The day she had the first nightmare in front of me, before our marriage shook me. I never felt so weak and useless before. She was shaking, screaming, crying and so afraid in front of me but I couldn't do anything. I felt like I was of no use.

When she cried in front of me, on our wedding day because she was worried about her father, I felt like my heart was twisted around and clutched with nails ripping it out into pieces.

Her clown nightmare. I remember the look on her face. Her eyes showing the horror as if she saw a demon in front of her eyes. Her legs all wobbly, ready to break. Her shaky hands covering her face and her lips. Her lips curved in such a way that her sobs were echoing loudly in my ear. When I was told about Juhi-That lady has no respect in my eyes. She doesn't even deserve to be called aunty-I wanted to rip her head off.

Pretty cruel, isn't it? The thought of murdering someone never came across my head, never. But with Juhi, the way Jaanvi told me all those things. All I wanted to do was do something to ease her pain a little. I know there are many things Juhi has done, I'm sure for a fact but I know she's hiding it because of my anger issues.

She hasn't even faced the real, cold hearted Kiaan yet.

Hate? Love? I have no idea. But I was definitely getting affected by her. Her smile, laugh, frown as she huffs her hair up and even when she makes a face, it all turns me on. She doesn't need to try. It feels like I'm smitten by her, more like wrapped around her finger, though I'm not but I just seem to follow her everywhere she goes.

Like she's the lead to my direction. (I so bad wanted to say One Direction but oh well!)

"K-Kia--" I interrupted her with my thumbs touching her soft plump, full lips. They were untouched. I didn't felt the need to question her on that. Her expressions showed how new she was to all this. The way she sucked in her breathe was full proof of be inexperienced. If she was kissed before she'd surely bite her lip to tease me but Jaanvi didn't.

Her wide opened brown eyes gave all the answers to my question that may have popped in my head at some point of my life.

She's never been this close to a guy before. She's never been kissed. She's a virgin. She feels extremely shy.

My thumbs weren't ready to leave her soft lips alone. They desired to stay where they were, I didn't want to pull them away. My rough thumb seemed to melt at the touch of her lips. They were so full, luxurious and soft like cloud. A pink cloud.

My thumb grazes on her lower lip wanting to kiss them right here, right now. I travelled my eyes from her lips to her eyes seeing her eyes closed, in nervousness. Jaanvi wasn't breathing now, I couldn't feel her breath on my thumb. She was holding it back because of the closeness.

"You've never been kissed before." I started for a matter of fact. Jaanvi eyes reacted to my statement opening her eyes. Her eyes questioning how I knew it. It wasn't too hard to read this open book, if you got to know her better.

Ariel's hands on my chest, gently relaxed. Before they were strongly trying to push me back unlike now. Was it that she wanted me as bad as I wanted her? I pushed my body weight on her a little, my ears were connected with a gasp leaving her mouth.

"K-Kia--" she stuttered, gulping in her words. Choosing her words wisely she continued, "M-move. Y-y-your er-erec--" dropping her words mid-way, leaving them hanging and me hanging on top her she let out a growl. Angry growl in annoyance. "D-don't t-tou-touch me" The harder she tried to act all strong the weaker she looked.

I chuckled at her state, loving the moment. If I had the courage to record this I would but she'd kill me. This time someone would definitely fall of the balcony. Either Jaanvi pushing me, or I'll jump of myself, the girl was driving me nuts.

"You caused it." I replied, my eyes twitching with excitement to taste her. She let out a deep breath, realising the pressure building up in her chest. She took her hands away from my chest, now covering her face, trying to hide her red cheeks from me which I already saw. In between this my thumb was rudely pushed out of the way.

She's going to be the death of me.

I griped her hands, pulling them away from her face slowly. Her eyes certainly shining in shyness. Uff! This Jaanvi was back! Her teeth, biting on her lower lip looking nervous. Ariel's long black lashes lowering glowing her face to the extend, that I couldn't hold it any longer.

"Don't slap me." I masked my strong aura, even though from inside I was begging lord to not be the one having red cheeks after kissing her.

I didn't even wait for her reaction. My lips smashed onto hers in a second, already exploding fireworks inside my heating body. My chest on hers, beating rapidly in such excitement. I felt her stiff under my touch at first but relaxed once she got the hang of it.

Jaanvi's hands made their way to my hair, locking it inside her soft fingers, gripping tightly as she pulled me closer. Her other hand on my back, securing me in her arm tightly as if I was going to slip away from her hand.

Her lips moved in sync with mine slowly, softly and passionately. Her hand clutching my hair, a groan slipping out of my mouth in between the kiss. I nibbled and sucked her lower lip, lightly at first but lost control realising she was wanting to dominate me.

I pinched her waist to get the chance to delve inside her mouth. From my action, her reaction was certainly what I expected. She opened her mouth to gasp, taking the opportunity I shoved my tongue inside her mouth to explore even more.

It was her first kiss, I knew it. I really wanted it to be special for her. I wanted Jaanvi to remember it with a smile creeping and her face and tint pink cheeks heating up. The way she was returning the affection, emotion and feeling through kissing me back did took me by surprise.

She always showed me attitude, I was always passed the 'hate,' signal right in front of my eye, whenever I met her. This kiss was telling me a different story.

Her lips were moving passionately against mine like she was thirsty for this. Her hands running up and down my messy hair showing how much she was enjoying it, just as much as I was. I didn't feel the feeling of hate anywhere near my body.

I pushed my body closer to hers, if that was even possible not wanting to move away from her body heat radiating to mine. Making me hotter. Than ever. Before.

I bit her lower lip before pulling away, with my hands on her cheeks, keeping her face in place for easy access.

Jaanvi gasped out for air heavily exhaling. I looked into her brown deep, chocolate eyes seeing them looking at me with a different emotion. No hate. Just love. She panted hard but didn't budge on breaking the heating, powerful, intimidating eye contact. It's like she wanted me to see her features. Her eyes, nose, lips. Her lips. I didn't want to stop kissing her. They were meant for me. Only me.

Her lips felt like drugs, pulling me towards it not caring about the side effects. I drunk a lot of alcohol in my life. I was addicted to it so much that my night wouldn't end without drinking least a glass. Right now, I felt strongly drawn into her addiction. Her lips were my addiction.

I wanted to kiss her so hard that she could never be able to get the taste of me out of her mouth.

But it wasn't about what I wanted or needed, it was about her. My voice had died under my throat not ready to come out. My lips wanted to taste hers again but I didn't want to pressure her in any way. I wanted everything in our relationship to be special even though I, myself don't know what I feel for her.

I wanted her to want me as much as I wanted her.

I gently tried to get of her. She didn't let me. Her fingers still clutching my hair, this time tightly nearly making me hiss as I felt some hair coming out. My lustful eye's boring into hers waiting for something. Yes, she didn't let me go but I didn't want to be called a horny bastard afterwards. A sign was needed.

"I don't like incomplete work, Mr Rajput." Her soft velvet voice hummed in my ear. This time my eyes widened. The shy Jaanvi just replaced herself to another one. How many sides does she have? I wondered. She didn't stutter at all, her voice laced with confidence, hint of teasing and thirst.

Did I hear it correct? Nah, my ears are ringing.

I smiled at myself thinking of something that would never happen. I placed my hand on each side of her, pushing the mattress down to lift my body up. Again her hand on my hair blocked my way.

My wide eyes, mouth turned into an O gazed at her. "Y-you really said t-that?" I asked, making sure I don't receive a slap afterwards. She licked her lips slowly nodding her head, proving my ears heard correct.

My eyes glittering in such an enthusiastic way ready to kiss her again. I truly don't know what had gotten into me but I just wanted to spend the rest of my life kissing her, hugging her, loving her and holding her close to me as I fall asleep every night.

I hadn't made the wrong decision of marrying you Jaanvi.

I dipped my head closer to hers, claiming her lips once again. In twenty-seven years of my life, I never wanted the time to freeze like I wanted it now. I nibbled her lips while she responded with equal passion.

This kiss wasn't slow like before. This was rough and urgent. Urgent as if we were going to be ripped away from each other's arms in a second. This kiss was deepened by me, like the world was going to end in few minutes. With a swift gradation of intensity made her cling onto me even more.

Jaanvi knotted her fists on my shirt, pulling me harder against her. I groaned softly, low in my throat. My arms now circled around her waist, gathering her against me softly. She knew I was already turned on yet she didn't stop. Was she teasing me like any other day?

The question came in the back of my head but didn't matter much because I was so lost in her lips. In her smell. Her touch.

This kiss showed me that every other kiss I've had in my teenage years had been wrong. They were all wrong. I took one last taste of her lips before pulling away. My temple on hers, as we both try to catch a breath.

"It's five fifty nine." I spoke, my eyes falling on the bedside alarm, as I licked my lips once again to remember her taste. It hasn't been even a minute yet I miss it already.

She looked puzzled, her eyes turned small trying to understand what the point of this conversation was. I lightly and lowly chuckled in my husky voice at her cute expressions.

"I woke up at around five." I spoke trying to make her understand what I meant. "This mean's we've bee--" I let it slide away shaking my head.

"Ok?" Her reply came out as a question. Her expressions were still confused not understanding anything that I said.

I moved away from her laying on her side. She stayed in her place looking up the ceiling, thinking about something deeply.

"Don't put your leg on my stomach ok? Or should I say lower stomach?" I turned to her side noticing a tiny black dot on the side of her neck. That was so hot. I wanted to touch it but kept my finger away from hers.

She looked at me looking all red, like she just realized what I meant. She lowered her eyes showing me how embarrassed and sorry she was.

"I-I-" she paused taking a deep breathe. "So-sorry. I-I was scared and I tend to hug people or a toy to feel safe." She explained still looking down, blushing a little.

"People?" I raised my voice a little, now putting my weight on my left hand with my head resting on my hand. Hugging who?

"Aditi and Rashi." She quickly answered smiling to herself.

"Oh." Good because if it was a guy I would have murdered him. I wanted to add but kept quiet. I know Jaanvi hates control freaks.

"Well," I wanted to tease her saying, "You can put your leg wherever you want if I get to teach you this lesson." I joked seeing her turn dark pink-ish red. My right hand pressed the button on the wall next to my bed turning the ceiling fan on.

She didn't notice it.

"W-why did y-you kiss me?" She seemed to struggle putting the question out into a sentence. Her body now tilted towards me, boring into my eyes for answers.

"Why did you kiss me back?" I turned the question on her. Her lips parted, even ready to let out the first word which I suppose was 'because,' but stopped. I noticed her chest raising up and down in nervousness.

She turned away from me looking up at the ceiling. The fan was right above our head but she didn't even acknowledge it. Her body didn't even react to the coldness coming directly towards us.

"You're not scared." I murmured smiling to myself.

"What? Oh the mov--"

"Fan. You're not scared of it anymore. Because you weren't paying attention. You were busy thinking about our kiss. Our first kiss." I explained feeling proud of myself.

I purposely played Conjuring because real life stories usually do scare people off. It was all planed by me when Jaanvi was washing the dishes. I played the movie in 3D, with loud speakers in our room to scare her. As expected, the cupboard reminded her of the clapping scene from the movie.

I knew it all along.

My room doesn't have a fan because I get cold easily but Dhruv can't tolerate heat. I knew she'd ask to sleep in another room. As I decided I brought her in Dhruv's room so I could break the root of the fear. She didn't realize the fan was on for ten minutes, she wasn't scared.

My Jaanvi was over one of her fear. 

"Y-you purposely--" it hit her hard when she sat on the bed holding her head. I cut her off smiling,

"And you don't hate me. I'm not your enemy Mrs Rajput." A smirked getting up from the bed. Her eyes opened wide at my words. I wore my slippers, ready to have a shower when I turned around facing her, "Thanks. Because of you I have to have a cold shower in the morning. God bless you."

She diverted her eyes from my face, now looking at my erection turning red like a tomato. Her eyes shut, hand covering her mouth repeating, "Sorry, go, go."

Perhaps Mrs Bold isn't too bold.

I walked inside the bathroom with one thing in my mind.

We don't hate each other.

Married My Enemy

I know it sucked, I'm sorry.

PS, Jaanvi will have a BIGGGGG mental break down when she finds about the reason behind her mother's death. Excited?