57- Confessed The Truth

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            ps, from now on Jaanvi and Kiaan's relationship would be different :)

Started Typing On - 15/02/2019

Chapter 57- Confessed The Truth

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Jaanvi's Pov:

Did he for real just lock me in here? I should be angry but unlike normal people, I was offended. Kaha raj mahal mein rahi-he serious expects me to sleep inside this car? (I use to live in a palace)

(She didn't live in a palace but her house was big, she was living with full facilities. And it's just a saying in Hindi.)

I don't believe this. I was beyond pissed. It was dark, the only light I saw were on the road as cars passed by. Making a face, I laid on the passenger seat in defeat, looking out the window waiting for him to turn up.

"He's not that cruel is h--" my own sentence was cut off my phone. I held it in my hand seeing a message from Kaan, aka Kiaan. Unlocking the phone I saw a picture he sent me. "This bastard." I hissed in frustration!

The picture was a selfie. Kiaan laying on the bed shirtless, hugging the big white pillow to his chest. Just below the picture he wrote, 'my comfortable bed.' "Let me get out of here, if I don't change your 'comfortable bed,' into a 'disaster' then change my name!" I shouted, pushing the few strands of hair behind my ear.

Typing away in anger, I wrote, 'get some clothes on pink gorilla looking monkey pig.' Hitting sent, I flamed in anger and annoyance. Tapping my leg in irritation I waited for his reply.

After a minute I heard the same noise from my phone. Opening my phone I read,

'A gorilla can't be a monkey nor can it be pink and they are black. Not being racist but hones. I'm sending you a link, just check it out and study a little. Wait-does that mean you're into the Gorilla booty?'

"WHAT?" I yelled in shock. "EWW" I could honest imagine a gorilla. "Oh god, idiot!" I read further on,

'A monkeys can't be a pig. Pigs are pink and fat, they live in mud. Though you're not less dirtier than mud but I'm not that mean. Monkeys like banana and I don't like B A N A N A S, do you? I mean sometimes you do act like a monkey. You know? They opening their mouths and showing their tongues, You do that. OH MY GOD! I think I just discovered who you really are!'

"And then he calls me stupid. It's all your fault Hero." I muttered. Itching my nose in anger I typed away, 'A simple reply to my simple comment would work.' I wriggled my nose, narrowing my eyes as I hit send. I could already imagine and sense him enjoying all this.

He replied back saying, 'Are you repeating my suggestions back to me Mrs stubborn? Wasn't it you who gave me a lecture on blind people? Should I send you a link on the increasing percentages of people turning blind?'

"What is this?" I dropped my phone on my lap, pulling my hair. "That's why a Scorpio shouldn't marry another Scorpio. Ok, fine, I give indirect replies but someone has to be smart right? Why is he acting like me? Like a kid?" I pouted, crying in anger. "I want bed. I want food. And I want leg-no leg. Just pillow that I could put my weight on."

His fault. He lost his chances of having me hugging him to sleep, with my legs tangled onto his. I huffed and I puffed and blew out some air. But nothing moved. Yeah, well this isn't a house made by three little pigs.

'Open the bloody door you idiot! I locked the car but your inside, for once use your senses. Pull the lock up but don't forget to push it done once you're closing the door. I've married a psycho plus stupid, mental, useless, idiot girl!' I read his new message. I bit my inner cheek in embarrassment.

"Right." I muttered, realising I made a fool of myself. If I was outside the car and it was locked then it's a problem because I couldn't open it. But I'm inside which mean I can get ou-"Well, I'm just going to pretend like this never happened. Girls are always right!" I awkwardly chuckled as I opened the door. Now I understand why hero calls me stupid. OH WELL. An idiot married another idiot.

I made my way up the stairs, ringing the doorbell. Covering my mouth from all the yawning, I put my weight on the side wall waiting for Kiaan to open the door. The door flung open when I was tying my hair in a messy bun.

There he stood, blocking the way with a smirk on his face.

"How was your Car-bed?" Kiaan questioned, folding his arms across his naked broad chest. Blowing air, he pushed away the hair covering his face as he leaned onto the door.

"How was the Siri-Lecture? I know you made that poor Siri answer all your stupid gorilla facts! You should know least a little about your family Kiaan." Tsk, tsk, tsk. I enjoyed the look on his face. His smirk dropped but he quickly managed to hide it with a scoff.

"I paid for that bloody Iphone, so of course I'll use it."

"Duh." I said raising my voice. "You just admitted that you didn't know a single fact about those animals! It was all poor Siri!" I pointed the finger at him, pushing him back into the house with a frown on my forehead.

"Siri isn't poor!" he responded. No shit. "Siri earns probably billons." He scoffed. "If that's poor I wanna be that poor." He raised his hands up. "Has an iPhone yet doesn't even know about Siri, bloody educated my foot."

"Oh I'm so sorry that I wasn't interested in Steve Jobs!" I replied, putting my hands on his chest as I pushed him back. Closing the door shut I put my phone on the dining table reading to walk into the bedroom to sleep.

"Look, I'm sorry." She heard the genuineness lacing around his voice.

"I can't look. You have to stand in front of me for that." That's the lamest thing I've ever said but I was astonished when he literally followed my command. Standing in front of me with his hand scratching the back of his neck, I knew something was up with him.

"Woah! Mr U, I'd like to stay away from you." I moved back slightly, creating some distance between us. He raised his brows in confusion. "Oh god," I laughed. "Mr U and 'stay away from you,' rhymed." I clapped my hands together, proud of myself.

"Shut up! Why did you call me Mr U?"

"Your unpredictable nah?" I asked. "So Mr U. I can't be bothered saying such a long word."

"Lazy." He muttered. "Just go out to the balcony." He pointed directly at the balcony. It was then when I realised the balcony door was open. The curtains blowing from the cold breeze.

I remembered the last time, the scene replayed on my head even though he wasn't going to kill me. I think. "Murder me tomorrow, not on my mum's birthday." I joked, laughing. "My dad already has a hard time knowing my birth-day is his wife's death anniversary." I said bitterly, looking out the balcony. My body was surrounded by bitterness all of a sudden. I really do miss you a lot Ma.

Goosebumps erupt all over my skin, feeling his minty breathe on my neck. Right, he's flash. I don't know when but he was standing close to me. Putting his hand on my back, he gently pushed me towards the balcony.

"Areee, I was just---I didn't mean it like that. Sorry." I don't know why I was apologising but it seemed the right move in this situation. "Kiaan I'm sleepy, it's cold outside." But he ignored me, still pushing me towards the balcony.

Once I step out, he closed the door. No, not closed. He locked it so I couldn't escape. The cold air touched my body, slightly pushing me back from the coldness. "Kiaan," I moaned like a baby, turning around seeing him standing on the other side of the glass door. "Acha (Ok) I'm sorry. I'll shut up and I won't disturb your sleepy but please." I begged, hugging myself. He walked away without saying a word, leaving me confused.

What a birthday mama. I thought. I sat down by the flower pot, looking at it since I had nothing else to do. "Your owner just kicked me out. Leaving me out here in this cold weather. How do you tolerate such a man flower?" I questioned, shivering.

Not hearing a reply from the flower I kept going on, "And then I thought I developed feelings for him. Such an idiot." I face palmed myself. "My hero, I mean my father, he says my mother liked flowers a lot. Purple was her favourite and look you are purple." I smiled, inhaling.

"But she's a bright star now." I looked up at the dark sky, no clouds. Only stars, many. "I like nights." I whispered, "Because my father says at night he watched my mother but he doesn't know that I do, and I use to as well. I grew up watching her shining brightly every night." I felt something hot on my cheeks. Even in this cold, I felt my cheeks hot. My shaky hands touched my cheeks to feel water.

"Ugh, tears. Always tears." I shook my head, smiling tightly.

"Ariel." I heard. Looking away from my hand, I saw Kiaan standing in front of me with a shirt on now, and cake in his hand. He approached me taking little but strong steps. I stood up from the support of my hand walking to him.

Standing in front of him, I opened my zipped lips. My hand flung into my mouth seeing the cake.

'Happy Birthday Ma.' Was written on the cake with a red icing. It was a dark chocolate cake, with red cherry on each side. The cake sat on a plate with a knife next to it.

"K-Ki--" I lost words. I was speechless. When did he bring this? How didn't I see it? Why did he bring it? I blinked my blurry eyes so I could see properly. My heart beating rapidly inside my chest, my body not feel cold anymore.

"It's our Ma's birthday right?" he broke the silence, smiling weakly at me. Putting the cake on the little table in the balcony he asked me to come forward. "Cut it before the night ends."

Our Ma. I wanted to hear those words again and again from his mouth. I was beyond speechless and overwhelmed. I took little steps towards the table. Kneeling down on the opposite side to Kiaan, I grabbed the knife with trembling hands. I was still out of words.

"Hold on." He raised his hand, stopping me before I sliced the cake. Walking out the balcony, he ran towards the living room. Running back into the balcony, he held his phone. Was he recording me? "Now start."

"A-Are yo--" I withdrawed the questioned, looking down at the knife.

"Yeah," he said. "I'm recording, so I can send Aditi and papa." What had I done to deserve him? Was Kiaan given to me because I don't have a mother?

I nodded, pushing the knife down firmly into the fluffy cake. For the first time in my life, I wasn't excited to eat the cake.

"Happy birthday to you Ma," he sang, smiling at me with I sat there numb. "Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you Ma." He came closer to me. Taking cake cream he reached it out so I could eat it, not knowing what to say or how to react I opened my mouth eating it. "Now make a wish." He muttered, walking back a little so the cake shows on the frame with me. "See papa and Aditi, your crazy daughter and stupid friend is in safe hands and isn't murdered, at the moment." He laughed. "Ok Bye!" he ended the video, putting his phone inside his jeans pocket.

"You ok there Mrs So-Quiet-All-Off-A-Sudden?" he kneeled down, sitting next to me.

I nodded, still numb. Unable to say something.

"So I can eat the cake to myself?" he asked, licking his lips. Why is he trying to cheer me up? "I paid thirty dollars in this. Pretty expensive for a cake but oh well, had to get it for you." He chuckled, slice a piece for himself.

"Have some." He raised it up to my mouth. His eyes said otherwise. They were telling me 'everything is ok,' and to 'be happy,' pleading me to speak. His hands shaking a little, from the cold or many fear of another panic attack from me.

His face was too kind. It always was but his gestures were too sweet. I jumped into his arms, wrapping them around him tightly. My one hand on his back and the other on his hair. At first his body was stiff and tensed but adjusting to my body heat and action he calmed down. His breath realising softly and smoothly.

"I will hug you back but I got cake on my han--" he chuckled a little, trying to sound strong.

"Doesn't matter." I replied, putting his arms on my back. I inhaled his coconut scent, it was so exotic and strong, enough for my liking. Burying my head in his neck I let out a tear slip out of my eyes. He felt it. He felt the wet tear in his neck, which is why he tightened his hold around me.

"I'm not a show offer you know?"

I broke into a little laughed, biting my lip. "You are. You were bragging about the thirty dollars you spent on the cake." I ran my hands through his smooth jet black hair.

He seemed to like that, his relaxed even more on my hold. "I mentioned the price because you seem to have a thing with the number thirty."

"But you're not thirty." I moved away from his embrace, still close to him though.

His hands still wrapped around me, keeping me in place. "I will be soon." This was the first time I've seen him so happy talking about turning thirty.

"You'll be old." My lips broke into a smile.

"Yes, I will." He said impatiently before claiming my lips like a king claiming his throne. I would be lying if I didn't expect it coming. Through out this 'cutting cake' scene I noticed something in his eyes.

Different and new emotions. Not so new but just different. His eyes were looking at me with adoration. They weren't even just looking but watching me carefully, like a officer looking at a case file, trying to find every little detail.

The man behind the camera, recording me was smiling the whole time. I'd be a fool if I didn't catch him looking at my lips.

It was our second kiss. I snaked my fingers on his hair, gripping them tightly for support without wasting anytime. In this cold weather, the wind blowing our hair, we didn't feel he coldness anymore. Least I didn't.

Goosebumps all over my body, covering every inch of my few minutes ago body. My hands running over his hair like they meant to be there only, as we moved our lips in sync.

If a kiss could pour emotions than it did. It was like a forgiveness letter for someone he's done before. The way he moved his hand around my back, pulling me closer. The way his hand touched my cheek with softness and care, it was like he was sorry for teasing me over the years. Like he was sorry for leaving me in India.

Like he was sorry for everything I've been through in my whole life.

I felt him nibble and lip my lower lip, urgently asking me for entrance. He's still unpredictable. I thought. Not wanting him to pinch my waist like before, I parted my mouth feeling his tongue enter.

You know when your not aware of the fireworks going on and you get this sudden scared feeling in your stomach? I felt that. The knots were tying again and again. This weird yet loving sensation ran through my body giving me chills.

It felt like forever but I didn't want to pull away. I like how his hand ran over my body, by face and my hair. I was clutching his hair tightly when he bit my lower lip tightly in an urgent kiss before pulling away.

Joining our hot heads together, I felt his breathe on my face as he tried catching a breathe just like me.

"I-I think" he started but zipped his mouth quietly.

"I think I'm falling for you Kiaan." I said what I felt. I've always been straight forward, even if it got me into trouble at times. Why should I hide something I felt? He looked directly into my eyes, obviously blown from my bluntness. "And I don't regret it." My swollen lips twitched upwards into a grin.

Satisfying grin.

He grinned back kissing my forehead. "I think I am too, enemy." I was pulled into a warm, tight, loving embrace by him. "Your suit is ruined by the cake on my hand." He sounded worried.

"I'll wash it!" I laughed.

Married My Enemy

The last half of this chapter is written on my phone, so if you see grammar mistakes do point it out or ignore it if you want!


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