49- They Love Each Other

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I think my BEST chapter till date!

I seriously wrote this chapter like I was talking to you guys. Do let me know if you liked this type of writing style.

Started Typing On - 13/01/2019

Chapter 49- They Love Each Other

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Author's Pov:



You know that feeling when you seem to notice something but you ignore it casually and later on in future you realize, 'damn, I knew something was wrong.' That's what they both felt right now. Not about each other but about different topics.

Jaanvi tried but she couldn't take her mind of her gut feeling. She felt like something is going to happen, something wrong. She didn't know what though.

Her husband, Kiaan was worried knowing Tina was aware of his presence in New York. He never liked her. She was always loud, fighting for attention. If he hadn't kissed Jaanvi few hours ago it wouldn't matter as much but now that he has, he's worried. Really worried about what trouble Tina would bring along.

The girl was known for creating problems and Jaanvi was known for ending it, he just didn't want to be stuck between two women. One women he didn't care about and the other his wife, who he stared feeling something for. Something more than what he felt at fourteen.

Fourteen. Thirteen years ago he fell for her laugh. That's right, he started liking her for her laugh. He noticed how beautiful her laugh was to him. He didn't feel any songs playing in the background how they describe in Bollywood movies but his heart skipped a beat. His heart skipped many beats after that day. The prankster Kiaan died at fourteen, to be replaced by a Kiaan who did anything for her.

(Imagine he's 14 and she's 12)

At fifteen he heard she was having a bad stomach pain, little did he know it was common for girls when they are on their period. The thirteen year old was at home, groaning, crying and super angry at her cramps. She didn't have her father home that day to help. Her grandma was sleep because she was sick. And her aunty, she didn't care and neither was she aware that Jaanvi started her period few months ago.

Flash Back (Kiaan was 15 and Jaanvi was 13)

He didn't ask his mum anything, he went straight on his laptop to google on ways to help a girl with stomach-ache. Reading through all the details the young boy rod on his bicycle all the way to the pharmacy, for her, only and only her.

"Can you please give me paracetamol and sanitary pads?" The young Kiaan smiled at the old man whose eyes were wide listening to the little boy talking with no shame. With confidence. "Oh yes and do you have chocolate? Dark Kit Kat?" Dark chocolate may help her. He thought grinning to himself.

"Say that again?" The old man wanted to confirm whether he heard it right or wrong.

Kiaan looked at the man, raising his eyebrows but thought the man had hearing problems so he repeated, "Uncle one packet of paracetamol and sanitary pads." He smiled waiting patiently for the man to move.

"How old are you?" He asked, taking the medicine out with sanitary pads, wrapped in an old newspaper.

Kiaan's eyes fell on the newspaper, first they went wide then they darkened a little not understanding the need of wrapping it around in newspaper. The boy sure was young but he was always mature for his age.

"Fifteen uncle." He replied, his eyes still on the paper. "Why are you wrapping it?"

The man looked surprised, "You don't want me to?" he questioned raising his brows.

"No, don't wrap it." He answered. "It's not like I'm buying drugs." He joked, his laugh died down seeing the mans disgusted face. "Sorry." He muttered not wanting to offend someone older than him.

"Do you have a bag? Like gift bag?" the young boy questioned looking around the shop.

"This is a pharmacy not a gift shop. Go to your right and you'll find one." The man muttered, as Kiaan passed him the money.

"Thank you." He was about to leave when the man said,

"Who are you taking this pad for? Mother? Sister?" he questioned.

Kiaan's eyes narrowed not understanding why it mattered. Why should it matter anyways who he was buying it for?

"Friend. For my friend." He replied holding the bag tightly in his hand.

"Seems like an important friend." The man murmured making Kiaan chuckle as he turned right. Very important.

He was standing outside Jaanvi's house, holding the gift bag in his hands with chocolates, pads and the medicine. He wrote a special note for her,

Take one medicine, it'll reduce the pain. Eat the chocolate quietly, it helps with the craving. And use the pads for next time Jaanvi.

From someone who cares about you.

He didn't want to tell her that it was given by him. He wasn't sure how she'd react, all he wanted was her to be safe. He ringed the door bell, putting the bag outside the door. Hiding behind the trees he waited for her to come out.

Jaanvi came out with her hand on her belly, she face looked sad but the sadness faded away once she reached the bag. Taking the note out, she read it. A smile lingering in her once thin lined lips. 

"Papa." She smiled thinking it's her father. Kiaan heard it. He wasn't sad because he knew if she thinks it's from her father she'll gladly accept it. He was afraid thinking she won't accept it from him with a smile like she did thinking it's from her father, who was out of town.

(Jaanvi taking the bag-Imagine he's not standing in front of her and she's 13)

All he cared about was, her. That was his selfless love for her.

Flash Back Ends.

He still thinks he liked her a little but he was wrong. He loved her beyond words.

Little did Jaanvi knew that it was Kiaan who sent little gifts to her and she always assumed it's her father. Because her father was the only one who cared about her, that's what she thought.

Jaanvi was in her room when her phone rang. Answering her father FaceTime a smile appeared on her once worried face.

"Hero." She gave him her brightest smile. He was safe. Her heart relaxed seeing her fathers face.

"Jaave." He whispered. Her smile disappeared seeing the hidden tears ready to spill from his eyes. He was crying. His eyes softened seeing his life safe and sound.

"Papa," the words left her mouth in worry, as his heart skipped a beat. It was rare when she called him papa but every time she did it meant she was serious or worried. He wished she called him papa often. Hearing 'Hero' and 'superhero,' was good at the start because he felt like her best friend, he always wanted to be one but as she grew up he missed the word papa, he prayed every day to hear it before he leaves. Leaves earth to live with his wife, his Ishaani.

"Y-yo-you were crying." Her vision became blur all of a sudden. Jaanvi felt her chest become tight as the air sucked in her lungs. "W-wh. Ch-chachi?" (Aunty) she changed her sentence mid-way feeling the anger boiling her head up. Her eyes become dark and red in anger.

He shook his head as a 'no,' he kept the phone on the table letting it stand as he used both his hands to explain what had happened through his sign language.

'She didn't do anything. I was missing you, a lot. Especially today, every year today we visited that place and Isha and my collage to celebrate her birthday.' He explained moving his hands around. A tear slipped down his eyes.

It was her mother's birthday. Twenty-five years of her birthday weren't missed by the father and daughter. This day they always cried in front of each other with their arms open. They visited Ansh and Ishaani's collage on her birthday every year. Sitting on the grass, looking around the view, Ansh telling her their collage day stories while Jaanvi listened with a smile on her face.

Her mother left her but she never felt alone. She always felt her mother's presence through her father. He didn't just keep Ishaani alive in his heart and soul, he kept her alive in Jaanvi's heart and soul as well.

They'd cut cake for her, eat it together with a sad smile as they looked into each other eyes. They'd go to the temple, pray for her soul, pray that she becomes her mother and his wife again. Ishaani loved feeding hungry people, she died but her husband and daughter fulfilled her wish every years. Outside the temple they fed fifty people each years, in return all they wanted was blessing for their little family.

In those years, this was the first time Jaanvi had forgotten about her mother birthday. In those years it was the first time Ansh felt so alone, sitting in the grass at his collages field, cutting the cake alone with constant tears rolling down his eyes. He prayed alone, except this time he asked god something else. Something he'll never tell anyone.

'Jaanvi, she's my life. Just like her name, Jaan. (Life) I always feared god that I'll spoil her or ruin her but I didn't. Thank you for showing me the direction. J-just one wish, today I won't ask for my Ishaani because I know I'll see her soon. Today I'll ask for my daughter, my Jaanvi.' A smile lingered in his lips while he kneeled down in front of the temple.

'She gets angry fast, she says whatever comes into her head, but she's not bad. She's not a bad soul lord. She's honest, and her honesty hurts. Please bless my daughter with happiness, give her the strength to handle her situations well. Please keep my daughter and Kiaan happy, they are young but mature. Only he can make my daughter smile even if I'm gone. N-never let them separate or I'd die because I know Jaanvi loves him. I know she does. Only I saw her crying in her room when she found out Kiaan left to live in New York forever. Those tears weren't for a friend, they were for someone you love. If he leaves her, she'll break and if she breaks I'll break. I want to be selfish. I don't want to break so don't break her.' He wiped his tears away standing up.

He fed fifty homeless people alone today. He felt incomplete but he tried to deny it. Every girl has to leave her father's house one day and he's happy because he knows Kiaan's a good guy. But how does he make his heart accept that Jaanvi isn't his to keep now? She's someone else's. She also has a family now, a different family.

Her heart beat quickens as she sobs out loudly holding the phone. "I-I'm sorry." Her voice broke feeling guilty of not being there with her father on this big day. He treated Ishaani's birthday bigger than his. When ten year old Jaanvi back than asked he replied writing down on the phone with a smile 'Because you're mum was born today, if she wasn't born then you wouldn't be here. And if you not here I'd have no reason to live.' He tickled his little daughter until she fell on the grass giggling.

He wiped his tears away shaking his head, 'it's ok,' but it wasn't. And they both knew it.

"If i-I wa-wasn't ma-married i-i-I'd be there tod--" she stopped as her vision blurred with tears. Her free hand covered her mouth in regret. "I-I l-let ma down. I promise h-her t-to n-not let you c-cry."

"Shhh." He pointed his finger onto his lips inhaling sharply. He smiled using his hands to talk, "I'm not alone."

"But you are." She cut the phone, throwing it on the bed. "You are alone. You are! In a house with a monster."

(Again imagine Kiaan's not in front of her.)

Kiaan who had heard everything, hiding behind the door wiped his tears seeing the father and daughter interacting. He couldn't believe how someone can love their child to this extend.

'Men don't cry.' They say. He did, because he was touched by their conversation. Calm down. You need to calm down for Jaanvi. He said to himself, wiping away the tears. Running into the kitchen he quickly washed his teary eyes so she doesn't know he was crying.

"Calm down." He muttered before walking into the room. There he saw his wife, hugging her knees, crying her eyes out. Don't, please don't. His heart clenched at the sight but kept to himself wanting to be strong for her. Stalking towards her, he sat in front of her. "Jaan." He whispered, loud enough for her to show him her blood shot eyes which were hiding behind her leg.

"I- failed h-her." She cried, jumping into his arms with tears flowing down her eyes. She couldn't stop it and he knew it.

"You didn't fail anyone Jaan." He whispered, breathing heavily to keep his tears to himself. "S-she's ha-happy. Ma-Ma's happy." He ran his hand through her hair, calming her down. His other hand on her waist protectively.

"Ma-M-Ma's very happy." His voice cracked, burying his head in her hair, he closed his eyes letting the tears flow down. "Our ma's happy."

Jaanvi heard him call her mother as 'ma' (mother) for the first time. Even though he was married to her he never addressed her father as 'dad,' it was always uncle. She felt as if someone lifted the invisible weight of her chest when she heard him say 'our ma,' ma was enough to make her smile but hearing our made her heart rush into fast heartbeats.

I love you Kiaan. I really do.

She tightened her hold on his body, pulling closer to her as her tears soaked his light green top. They both cried in each other's arms.

She cried because she felt as if she failed her promise to her mother. She felt bad for not being there with her father.

He cried lightly because she was hurt. He hated it when she was sad or in pain. He cried because he felt he was the reason behind bringing her miles away from her father.

She didn't care if Kiaan was watching her cry like a baby because she knew she'd only cry on is shoulder. For the rest of her life.

He cried because he couldn't control it. He couldn't control the lumps forming in his throat from guilt. After hearing the father-daughter talk he was speechless. He had no words to describe how he felt but his tears did.

They both cried their eyes out. He knew Jaanvi was crying but she didn't know he was crying with her.

He didn't think about anything but she did. In his arms, today, on her mother's birthday she realised she loves him unconditionally, beyond infinity.

Married My Enemy

Did you cry? Cuz I did while writing this whole chapter. DAMN IT!

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