(Jaanvi to Kiaan after they patch up)

Ps, this fight was needed so Viaan (Kiaan and Jaanvi) understand the different aspects of each other.

Started Typing On - 16/02/2019

Finished Typing On - 17/02/2019 (3.52 PM)

Chapter 58- 'Actual Fight'

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Jaanvi's Pov:

'And then Hero?' I questioned my father, putting my head on his lap. There was different comfort in being around my father. I'm not someone who enjoys hugs. It's strange because I do like them, depending on who I hug, but at the same time I don't like them. Hugs can be awkward at times but I felt happy, calm, as if everything is fine around me every single time I hugged my father or laid my head on his lap like a little kid.

'semmme' he whispered, gently soothing my hair. I closed my eyes as my body relaxed. (Same)

'What same? Not every princess finds a prince, and definitely they don't live happily ever after Hero.' I snorted, in a duh tone. I mean, in this century family hates family, then how can someone live in peace?

'Jaave.' Came his now irritated voice. I sighed holding his hand in mine. Even though I wasn't a kid anymore I asked my dad to read me bedtime stories. It helped me feel alive after all the work stress, I felt like a kid. Again. But he seriously always ruined the ending, 'they lives happily ever after,' bullshit.

'And then the princess marries her prince and lives happily ever after. Now sleep otherwise you'll have big bags underneath your eyes, then no guy would marry you. Being single all your life will kill you, leading you into stress and weight lose the---' my blabbering was cut off by someone shaking my body.

"Let me finish Hero's lecture at least." I mumbled getting annoyed as I snuggled close to the blanket. Who made morning? I don't like you Sun God, I like Moon.

"I made tea Jaanvi." I heard Kiaan's voice after a yawn. "Don't waste my hard work yaar." (Dude/Pal) he requested. Feeling the mattress dip from his weight I knew he's not going to let me sleep. Groaning once loudly, I rose up, covering my yawning mouth.

Kiaan was looking at me as if he saw some long lost beauty. It made me blush into the darkest shade of red but  I have to be honest that I liked it. Who wouldn't like their husband looking at them like this? The need to stop blushing was so high that i made a comment so he'd look away or least sit rather than just gaze at me, smiling.

"Planning to kill me?" I don't know if it was supposed to come out as a joke or not. It was one of those moments or strange situations where someone has to speak up, so I did. His normal-which I don't see much-smile was replaced by his lips turning into a thin line. Not happy. Kiaan reached out to the bedside table, putting his tea there before standing up.

He was going outside.

I quickly held his elbow, stopping him from wearing his slippers. "I didn't mean it like that." To be honestly, honest, I don't know what exactly I meant or what I was implying on from my comment. I pouted, shrugging my shoulders hoping he'll understand.

He sighed first, before quietly sitting down on the bed next to me. Taking the mugs into our hands, we both sat down in silence. Uncomfortable. I took the first sip of the tea, no regretting it at all. It was strong, the right amount of milk-not too much, or too less-the perfect taste, from my preferences.

"It's nice." I broke the long silence. He took his eyes away from the mug, now looking at me. I forward the mug from my lips, indicating what I was talking about. "The tea."

He coldly nodded, continuing to drink his tea.

"Umm." I wrapped my fingers tightly around the warm mug, putting my back on the wall. I flinched a little from the coldness I felt on my shoulders from the contact of the wall but shrugged it away. "Did you sent the video? The video you took last night?" I questioned, taking another sip of the warm tea.

He nodded. Is he acting like my father? No! Even hero talks, unlike Kiaan. I should be glad and appreciate him for making me morning tea but this ignorance and silence was driving me nuts. We both talk twenty-four seven, these nods were unbearable.

"Can't you speak?" I raised my voice. I wanted to sound calm but my tone was nowhere near being 'calm,' it come out as rude question.

Shooting me one last look. Not look, a glare. Kiaan walked off with his mug in his hand, out the bedroom probably sitting in the living room's couch. Amazing! I thought after last night we'd be different but here Mr isn't even talking to me. Fine, I'm not dying for him to speak to me. I huffed in anger, before finishing the tea.

Yawning, I took my tired body to the kitchen. On my way to the kitchen I saw Kiaan outside in the balcony. Standing still, even though his back was facing me I knew he was in deep thought. His muscles seemed tensed, his posture was strong and still showing his broad shoulders. I ignored him, making my way into the kitchen. Putting my mug inside the sink I noticed Kiaan had already washed his.

'Act like a mature adult for once Jaanvi.' I remembered dadi's (Grandma's) scolding. Rolling my eyes, I made my way out to the balcony. It was sunny outside today, not even one leaf was flying on the road. I never liked the sun, it gave me headaches, and wind was my favourite. Kiaan seemed the opposite, it was like the sun wasn't effecting him at all. I glanced at my singlet and black pyjamas, even wearing a singlet made me feel hot, imagine what would've happened if I was wearing a sari? (Indian outfit)

"You like the sun?" I asked, standing next to him, blocking the sun away from my hand. I heard him realise a deep sigh, something was bothering him.

"I was thinking about us." He said, in his deep raspy voice. His eyes looking at the sun, as if challenging it to break the eye contact first. His hands were holding the railing, secure it in his hand. His body tensed.

"As in, last night?" I held in the blush, looking down. Bad choice. Shit. Height and I never got along well, like never, ever. I don't even understand why Kiaan brought this house? Frankly speaking I love the house, but why could our house be on the first floor? Even the people walking on the footpath looked like ants to me. Gulping down the fear of falling off the building, I took a step back sitting on the chair.

"About everything." Kiaan responded, taking a seat right in front of him. His face buried in his hands. This was definitely a serious talk.

"I'm listening." I encouraged him to speak further on, keeping my face was genuine as I could. I was interested in the conversation already. It was about me after all.

"We're childhood friend--" he started but was rudely cut off by me.

"I wouldn't quiet say that." Well, I was being damn honest. Of course, we did care about each other. The care was evident throughout our childhood but we weren't exactly friends.

Sharply glaring at me he fixed his sentence, "We know each other since forever. I understand and accept and also don't judge our relationship back then and now. I know why you hated me--"

I again cut him off, leaning forward. "I never hated you." I needed to clear it out even if he knows it already. "I-it was just difficult. Complicated. I took out my anger on you, anger I stored inside me for chachi." (aunty) He had to know the truth. I never hated him or for the person he was. "Yes I teased you, and I don't regret it but I know I did said some hurtful things to you out of anger. And I'm very sorry about it. I-I think y-you were the only person I thought I could behave like that with because I knew you'd still talk to me." I shrugged, guilt covering my eyes.

It was the truth.

I couldn't fight without anyone or yell at someone and expect them to still smile and be normal around me. But I expected Kiaan. I knew he wouldn't take it to heart. Or least for too long.

"Ok." He shook his head, loosening his shoulders a little. It kinda stung. I thought he'd say, 'I understand.' Or, 'it's ok,' but he said just a plain old 'ok.' "But whatever it was, w-we were kids. Being idiots. We're not kids now Jaanvi. And we aren't friends, we're married. A couple, we're in a serious relationship of lifetime." The way he explained what he meant, the depth in his voice scared me. Where was this heading?

"I know what married means Kiaan."

"Right. I forgot." He narrowed his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his sentences. "But do you get it? W-we can't just always be joking, teasing or just making fools out of ourselves. You can't expect me to be the perfect guy to you if you're not being the perfect women for Me." he explained, leaning back on his chair. Was he frustrated?

"You called me little girl last night! Now you want me to change into a women over night?" I pointed out, folding my arms across my chest.

"You know what I meant Jaanvi." He basically yelled. "You are acting like a kid right now. I want you to be serious. Tell me one thing, what is this to you?" he tapped his foot on the floor impatiently.

"What is what?"

"This." He pointed around the house, the roads. "New York."

"A place inside Earth?" I answered, I was rewarded by a groan from him. But New York is insi-

"Coming here!" he yelled, standing up from the chair. From all the force he used to stand up, the chair fell on the floor making me flinch from the loud noise. "What is this? Just a trip?"

"What is wrong with you?" Few minutes ago, or even hours be was being a kid himself and now he expects me to be all serious. 'He has anger issues.' I remember his mother's voice. "Calm down Kiaan." I stood up from my chair.

"What is this to you? A trip only?" he ignored my words.

"Does it matter?" I pressed, pushing away the few strands of hair. The sun wasn't bothering me now. Kiaan was. "Isn't it a trip?"

"Right." He bitterly laughed, walking around the balcony. Is he possessed? "Fucken right!" he muttered, raising his voice making me gulp down my own saliva. "Why don't you call my mum and ask if this is a trip?" he shot me a look.

"You're scaring me Kiaan." I whispered, turning around to walk inside the bedroom when Kiaan held my wrist, stopping me on my track. I rose my face to his level, looking at him with confidence.

"This is a fucken honeymoon Jaanvi! Not a trip for you to travel around and shop for your friends!" he yelled, tightening his hold on my wrist. I swear, if my wrist goes red I'd murder him.

"Then I will pay for this trip or 'honeymoon!' Happy?" I yelled back with same amount of force and anger as him.

"You can't expect me to be a wife when I'm only getting to know the actual you! Is it about Tina? For the past two days, or even when we got married you didn't care about me being your 'wife,' then what has gotten into your head all of a sudden? If this is a honeymoon you should treat it like one! Why are your friends coming in our house and disturbing us? Why are we always inside for the past two days or attending your friends party instead of spending time together in New York?! Shouldn't you be showing me around?" I was flaming in anger now. He couldn't particularly blame it all on me.

"Right, honeymoon! So what will I show my father and friends when they ask, 'show us your honeymoon pictures,' should I say, 'Oh, I wasn't aware we were on a honeymoon, my husband was busy locking me inside the car and sending monkey facts!' I am not going to run around your little finger! I will walk the way I want, talk the way I want. If you have a problem then tell me! I'd book a hotel room until our flight!"

For once I thought everything will be fine. This was nowhere near fine. What hurt the most was, this was our actual real fight.

"It's not Tina! She doesn't bother or influence me. It's you Jaanvi! You!" He pushed me to the glass door, caging me between his body. "I'm confused! You're joking around saying things like, 'you can't handle a wild cat,' and then you're kissing me back like you want to. Then you're all emotional about your parents, your fears from clowns, dark, movies and then you're joking around like you're the happiest person alive. Happiest kid alive. I have to know who I'm dealing with and for how long! It seems like sometimes my normal kind acts are judged Jaanvi! Why? Do you really think I'm holding a knife in my hand every single minute waiting for the right opportunity to kill you? Is that how you think of me?" His eyes showed how hurt he was.

It took me a minutes to digest what he meant. It wasn't about our relationship in particular, it was about the things I had said. He knows me for a decade, shouldn't he understand me least this much?

"Death is a huge thing Jaanvi. Who would know it better than you?" he whispered, moving away from me. He sat down on the chair, running his hands through his hair. "I woke up early today. I was happy, y-you liked me back, I was on top of the moon Jaanvi. I'm not an early riser but I had decided to change for you. I woke up early so I could make tea for you, just like my dad made for my mum every morning." He smiled, probably remembering his parents.

"My mum has always been strict towards treating women rightly. I wanted to do that and show that-show my feelings to you through little acts. So I made tea, you even accepted it but that co--." He stopped talking, looking down at his feet with furious eyes boring holes into his feet. "That comment with the word 'kill,' pissed me off! It's like I have to prove my intentions every single time. Can't you expect me to be nice for once? Isn't that what you're supposed to pray for or want? A nice husband? Was I thinking too much or what Jaanvi? I thought my actions were louder than words. I thought my kiss was enough to make you understand. Clearly not." his voice lowered towards the end, almost cracking from the overflow.

"I know my grandfather didn't die because of me entirely but who knows? Maybe my words had stung his poor heart? All he ever was to me was a nice man, he expected politeness from me in return but I---I said things I regret. I may have even said something I never wished for, and it came true. Sometimes what we say in anger comes true Jaanvi." He raised his eyes, watching me carefully.

"You've said the same thing when you first arrived here, but I shrugged it off thinking it's a joke, plus we weren't even that close. But when I'm aware of your feelings towards me and mine towards you, i-I d-didn't expect that. I-I just really wanted to do something for you. I haven't had a rough past like you, that's why I wanted you to have the best future bu---I'm sorry, i-I'll just stay in my limits."

The look on his face broke my heart. Yesterday I had made him happy and today-I did the opposite. All he wanted was me to become a bit serious, leaving my childish behaviour behind for some time but I took it the wrong way. Completely wrong. I had blown away the hope he had for us. I could see the history repeating itself in front of my eyes.

Ten years ago, I sat on my bed, crying because my heart was broken. Because the person I showed every single shade of mine had left India. And today, ten years later, I see the same man I cried for sitting in front of me for a broken hope. Or even a heart.

My angry frown dissolves in a moment as I approach him with a heavy part. It was always me. It had always been me. Angry, jealous, judgemental, stupid. Always me. The few minutes ago dangerous eyes were now boring onto the floor, hopeless.

"I'm sorry." I apologised for my remark and anger few minutes ago. I seem to have pulled him away from his deep thought, gaining his full attention on me. My eyes started to get teary but I forced myself to speak further on. "I genuinely didn't mean it like that today Kiaan. I-I was astonished seeing you-l-like making tea for me. I didn't expect you to so quickly change for me o-or try with your whole heart. I-I thought you'd, y-you know, take this journey slow. I was startled maybe that's why I said that? I'm really sorry, i-I didn't mean it like that." I held his hands, squeezing them tightly.

His face was flat but changed quickly in an understanding nod. "I really am sorry Kiaan, i-I thought you mean--" I shook that feeling away, just pleading him with my eyes. "I'm sorry."

"You thought I was forcing you?" his eyes widened, disappointment replacing his expressions. "I would never do that Jaanvi. Even if you hated me. Nobody should be forced into things they aren't comfortable with. God no." he couldn't believe it himself. He reached out, cupping my face in his large hands. "I want you to have my heart and yours to be mine." My sticky wet tears were wiped away by his thumbs.

"I'm so--"

"I'm not use to this Jaanvi, so put a full-stop to your 'sorrys' otherwise I'd be expecting them every now and then." He chuckled, making me laugh in return. "Get ready, I'd show you NY today."

"After three days you're showing me NY. Thank god. And thank you" I rolled my eyes sarcastically but extended my hand for a shake.

"The third day just started!" He replied, taking my hand in a firm shake.

It did.

Married My Enemy

So did it make sense?