Started Typing On - 21/01/2019 (8.57 PM)

Chapter 52-Mini Kiaan

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Author's Pov:

"Are we going to stay like this forever?" His voice laced humour, booming her ears followed by a chuckle. "I don't mind, if you were wondering." He tightened his already firm arm around her, like a kid holding their favourite stuffed toy.

Pushing away or rather denying the grin curving onto her lips she answered, "You wish." Rolling her eyes, she placed her hands on his shoulder pushing away from him slightly. His eyes narrowed into a frown looking at me with frustration. "Hit your man cramps have you?" she sounded serious. As if it was even possible for men to feel a women's pain. Seeing his bizarre funny looking expressions she laughed loudly, letting her laugh travel into his ears.

"You," he pointed at her, she was few inches away from him still in his arms. "are very rude. And no, I didn't hit my man cramps but we also like hugs. Affection is what we crave for as well. We're humans, you know?" he shrugged. Regretting what he said instantly seeing her eyebrows pulled together. Sometimes I just need to shut my mouth.

"First of all, obviously you're talking to me. I mean, do you see some ghost around perhaps? I thought it was only us to alone." She looked around the living room trying to find someone. "Oh! I saw her!" she nearly jumped, only to be balanced by Kiaan's arm around her waist.

"Are you trying to murder me?"

"Not my problem, you pulled me down onto you." A few weeks ago if she was in this position-hugging him but laying on the couch-she'd be uncomfortable, even after they got married. Something about this trip, this honeymoon was different for both of them. Their individual intention wasn't to act like newly married couple or perhaps become all touchy, romantic or cheesy but as days passed, literally hours, they were become close.

Just the presence of each other was enough for them to understand and register into their heads that they're meant to be. It's only their second day in New York yet it feels like they've spent months together. Funny how sometimes days are enough to mend, to heal a relationship rather than months. This was happening in their case.

Twenty-four seven they were seeing each other. Getting use to each other faces, habits and behaviour. They saw each other's different side, side that they didn't expect to ever unfold in front of them.

He noticed she was very emotional. She noticed he was too but he could hide it.

He noticed she worries a lot. About her father, her friend, about everything and everyone close to her. She noticed he loved his siblings like his own children but Kajal was treated like his own daughter by him.

He observed in these few days that she had fears. Of dark, ghosts, fans and clowns. Even many more which he may not know about at the moment? She realised he was afraid of opening up to his own fears. For example, she remembers how uneasy he was when she questioned him about his grandfather.

He noted that she may cry, break down but she never gives up. Not even when he left the house to get few drinks in India. She saw he runs away from problems. His problems. If someone else was in problem though, he'd become their hero, ready to help them in any way possible.

He knew she smiled or even laughed some time just to divert her mind. To forget her past that hunts her till date. She knew he calls her name on purpose only to end up making her laugh.

If a fifteen year old Jaanvi was told this, she'll laugh. Laugh loudly thinking it's all bullshit. The present Jaanvi smiles. Smiles at her beautiful destiny.

"Oh come on Kaan." (Ear) she slapped his shoulder playfully. "Introduce me to your girlfriend." His eyes looked so puzzled as if he was himself solving a two thousand piece puzzle. "Over there," she pointed at the kitchen, biting her tongue from preventing herself to let out a soft chuckle. "There she stand." She whispered into his ear slowly.

His eyes went to the kitchen, no one was there, he knew it but played along to see what Jaanvi was up to.

"Her hair is brown, chocolate brown." His wife whispered, clearing enjoying seeing him hypnotized looking at the kitchen counter. She moved her face closer to his ear, her soft red lips slightly touching his ear. "The type of brown that could drive any guy head over heels for her. The perfect coloured hair complexed her fair milky skin. Her cheeks were naturally red, blushing red. No makeup was needed. Never." She lowly whispered, her voice hoarse now.

He gulped down his saliva from the touch of her lips on his ear. Sending tingling sensation all over his body. Damn it Ariel. He mentally growled.

"She had the perfect, ideal red, glossy, full lips admired by everyone." She bit her lower lip, trying to stop her smile seeing Kiaan lost in her description. "Even girls." She whispered. "Do you know what her name was?" she questioned

It took him very long to regain his voice. His throat felt dry and tight still he threw the answer at her in a raspy tone, "What?"

"It was," she stressed every single word to drive him crazy. "Kiaani" As the name-she made up-left her mouth, she fell in a fit of laughter. Knowing him to well, she quickly pushed onto his arm lifting her weight of him and started running towards the bedroom, still laughing.

It took him a few seconds to understand what had happened. That little. He jumped of the couch, storming behind her as she kept taking long steps towards the room.

"A-a-and." She lost her voice from all the laughing. "s-s-she had rabbit teeth!" one quick look behind her and she noticed Kiaan flaming in anger.

Of course, which guys would like a female version of his name?

Her eyes gazed at the closest door near her. To the right was his parents' bedroom, this is the closest room. Her heart was beating loudly inside her chest, rapidly as she ran inside the bedroom, locking the door quickly before he could come inside.

"You know I have the key you stubborn cat?" He growled from outside.

"C-can I breathe?" she hissed. Putting her hand on her chest, letting out a sigh in relief.

"I thought this girl has some sense but no, what the hell." She could imagine him running his fingers through his already messy hair in frustration. Oh how much I enjoyed annoying him. "How long do you plan on staying inside?"

"Until you turn thirty" She bit her tongue, cursing herself for mentioning the one thing he hated the most. Aging. Shit! Dad was right, I should tape my mouth sometimes. "Ummm, Mr Husband?" Came her wobbling voice. She wouldn't accept it but the silence was killing her.

No reply.

"Oh lord, don't tell me he became a wolf." She whispered to herself quietly.

"Ohh, wow. Really Asha? Does Jaanvi talk about me?" after a ten minutes silence she heard her husband's voice again. He was talking to Asha? From my phone? My bloody PHONE? No Privacy?! Privacy. Jaanvi believed in it so much and right now Kiaan was invading her privacy,

"Oiii! Y-you, put my phone down!" she warned, pointing the finger at the door as if he could see her. Ugh, this is a wood door not a glass door Jaanvi. Wait, he could install a glass door but what if his parents ar-no, no, no! They are my parent-in-laws, oh god.

"Really? So you find me hot Asha?" he empathized the word 'you,' purposely to piss Jaanvi off. "Oh Asha," his husky voice sounded dreamily to Jaanvi. "If only we were here."

"Here? HERE? As in H E R E here? Like present here? Not the gift present but here, here?" she gasped at her husband's tone. He was flirting. With my employee. With my friend. Why didn't I die before I saw this day? No, why should I die? I'll murder him before I kill myself. "Asha! I-I will fire you! No salary this month! Y-you hear that?" she yelled holding the door knob tightly in anger. Her nails were digging into the knob thinking it was Asha's head.

"Ignore her, love." LOVE? Mujhe toh kabhi love nahi bola! (He never called me love.) And his voice sounded like Klaus. Oh Nicklaus. "I'll pay you double."

"Don't you dare" she screamed, unblocking the door. There he stood right there, leaning on the door opposite his parents room. Looking all dreamily at his shoes as if she was the love of his life. Is he enjoying talking to her? His lips turned into a smirk like she said something to him.

"YOU!" Jaanvi yelled, stalking towards him like a made women she pulled her phone away from him. Not even seeing whether he was talking to someone or not she was ready to smash it on the floor but stopped. I spent ninety thousand rupees in this, why should I break it? It's my loss after all. she looked up to see Kiaan watching her with a raised eyes.

"Go on lady Hulk, break it." He encouraged knowing very well she wouldn't.

"Why should I?" she put her hand on her hips, glaring at him darkly. "I'm not that stupid." She gritted her teeth.

"So you accept you're stupid but not that stupid?" (Sentence quoted by my father which he uses on me, lol. He folded his arm across his well-built chest. If he let out another breathe she was damn sure the green top would rip apart from all the pressure. Glory standing right in front of her. 

"Shut up!" she snapped huffing in anger. She moved closer to him, standing an inch away now. Pulling his tops from the neck she warned. "Flirting with my worker and friend not allowed!" her eyes shooting daggers at him one by one.

"Oh, so I can flirt with her if she's not working for you? And if she breaks her friendship with you? Great, I'll call her so she cou--" he was cut midway by Jaanvi's action.

She twisted his ear hard enough to make him groan in pain. "What the fuck Jaanvi!"

"Don't twist my words around or I'll twist you! Dare cheat on me with anyone or anything I will shove that little knife in your kitchen right across your stomach!" Her teeth rattling in anger as the words slipped out of her lips. Her eyes just an inch close from his. He somehow was taken back from the possessive and control freak Jaanvi.

Hot. He thought seeing the feisty yet pissed off Jaanvi.

"Wait, anyone I get it. What's up with anything?" he questioned. The question was running around his head in confusion.

She gave him a mocking laugh before answering. "You are a very unpredictable man. Who knows, you might be too desperate to go around fuc-making out with plants? Couches? Donke--"

His eyes grew wide in horror. Offended to the core if need to describe. A horrifying expressions took over his whole face. "I'm not desperate! If I was you wouldn't be standing here idiot." He cleared the first doubt, his face flaming in anger. "And I'm much normal thank you very much for your concern. What are you? Five year old? Who says this to their husband?"

"I do." she shrugged as if everything was normal and fine.

"Please explain how I'm supposed to get satisfaction from plants? Please, go on. Elaborate." He jerked her hand away from him, gesturing her to start talking.

"i-i-I," She stuttered. "I-I, I don't know." She admitted.

"So no fucking plants. Good. Now explain the couches? I mean if such things exist please do inform me, may he--"

Clearly pissed off. His eyebrows joined together in frustrations. His arms folded across his chest meant he's not in a good mood. His resting bitch face gave away too many answers to her questions.

"i-I, uggh! Nothing! I don't know i-I was pissed ok?" she rolled her eyes, clutching her phone tightly.

"Ok, secondly, no making love to couches also. Donkey? Wasn't it?"

Even the thought made Jaanvi grossed out but in the same time laugh. She moved back, her back hitting the wall right next to his parents' bedroom. "Kiaan this is a free world. Do whatever you wish but please get checked up afterwards ok?"

He massaged his temple, letting out a deep, truly annoyed and angry sigh. "Jaanvi." His tone was stern, warning her.

"Oh god Kiaan! Imagine you having a donkey mini Kiaa--"

Jaanvi's annoying blabbering was cut off by Kiaan standing in front of her. His hands around her wrist, locking them above her head. His chest colliding with hers, it didn't take him too long to notice her chest not raising up and down. She kept her breathe in. Pushing himself even closer to her he whispered dangerously law, hoarsely. "You were correct. Mini Kiaan, but that would be in your womb Jaanvi."

She gulped down her saliva from his bluntness. The movement of her throat moving didn't go unnoticed by her husband. Running his fingers on her throat he said, "Someone's nervous?" He smirked.

Jerk. She wriggled her nose at him making a face.

"Attitude not gone, am I correct Mrs Jerk?" he tilted his face, his breath fanning her neck. His eyes boring holes onto her little mole on her neck. Did I say that loudly? Noticing her confused face he answered rolling his eyes. "You always call me jerk idiot."

"Oh." She managed to whisper without sounding stupid.

"So when am I getting a mini Kiaan Jaanvi?" he nuzzled his face into her neck, inhaling her coconut scent. The smell was like an addiction to him. Her smell was an addiction, driving him nuts already. Placing small, wet kisses on her neck downwards his hold on her wrist loosened a little. "When Jaan?" Her ears touched his seductive husky voice.

"I-i-i." her voice had abandoned her completely. She felt her whole body heating up from the closeness. She felt as if her body wouldn't be able to bear all the feelings, emotions travelling up and down within her. Knots, not even a single knot but she felt millions of knots forming inside her stomach. Her legs feeling wobbly, breakable. The only reason she was standing was from his support.

"When?" He repeated again. Still showering her with his sweet torture.

"Umm." Her tone stated how nervous and unconfident she was. "C-C-Coffee?" Yeah right! He's kissing my neck and I offered him bloody coffee?

He smiled on her neck, his lips still touching her smile. Kiaan's hands left her wrist, letting them drop down, now on his shoulders. He didn't let his hands go free though, holding across her waist he pulled her closer.

Her nose touching his, "I wasn't talking to anyone." She closed her eyes feeling his minty breath on her face. Blushing furiously she nodded. "I just wanted you out of the door. But Jaanvi?"

"Hmmm?"

"Mini Kiaa--"

"Piss off!" Her tone was back to normal but with a smile this time. The only reason why she wasn't nervous anymore was because she knew he wasn't pissed or angry anymore. Means, she was safe to do or say whatever she wants. Pushing him away from him she went inside their bedroom not before informing him about the party. "Get your clothes out, we need to meet our old friend Tina."

She opened the cupboard taking out a dress but all she could think of was, Mini Kiaan. "Idiot want's another idiot." She whispered to herself, smiling and blushing continuously. 

Married My Enemy

I can't judge or get to a conclusion whether this chapter makes sense. Do tell me if this does, lol.