65- It Was Always Jaanvi

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Started Typing On - 23/02/2019

Chapter 65- It Was Always Jaanvi - (You'll understand why I used this as the title of this chapter.)

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Author's Pov:

She ran away from him with a loud laughter, roaring with the ocean waves at the same time. No matter what the weather was, his face brightened like the sun seeing her smile and laugh. It was as if Jaanvi's laughter sound lifted a veil from his eyes and allowed him to see the world clearly, a beautiful world with no negativity. No tears. Only happiness. It's funny how her laugh still does the same magic as it did back then, those honest rumblings on his soul.

Flash Back - Jaanvi was eighteen and Kiaan was twenty

"So tell me, what are you doing for your birthday?" Kiaan heard his mum's excited voice from the kitchen. He rubbed his eyes, still adjusting to the bright light after having a small nap. Normally he wouldn't sleep during day time but after his football game he couldn't help but shut his eyes close for a few hours. His eyes travelled to the clock on the wall seeing it was five fifteen PM. Evening already?

He walked into the kitchen, kissing his mum's cheeks. 'Hi.' He mouthed, not wanting to disturb whoever she was talking to. She smiled, lifting the plate, passing the food to him since he hadn't eaten anything after coming back home at one. He took it, kindly thanking her. Sitting on the stool, in front of the kitchen counter, his mum standing in front of him. He started eating the rice and lentils quietly.

He heard a familiar, light laughter over the phone. Not the type of laughter you hear after a joke, but the type which you sometimes use before saying something. The nervous or normal one type. The phones on loud speaker. He realised. His mum was busy making tea for herself and her husband who was about to reach home anytime soon. She wants to talk and work, great. Superwomen. Kiaan covered his mouth, slightly smiling.

"I'll spend it at home, I guess?" The voice came. Kiaan's spoon filled with rice and lentils nearly dropped. He wasn't expecting to hear her voice. After three years. Mums talking to Jaanvi? He could already imagine her shrugging, probably sitting on her room, gazing out the window. She always does that when she's bored or sad.

And she was. She was sitting in her room, gazing out her window realising it was raining already. Hero will get wet. She plugged her headphones into her phone, putting her new phone inside her jeans pocket she walked out her room. "I don't like partying. I-I don't have much friends anyway." She shrugged. Normally Jaanvi wouldn't share much detail with anyone, especially not about being lonely. She had Aditi but nobody else to say 'friend.' There was a different comfort she had with Roshni. Perhaps because she was her mother's best friend.

"Try to make some Jaanvi. We all miss you very much beta." (Child/daughter/dear) Roshni, Kian's mum sighed over the phone, putting the hot tea into the cup. She saw Kiaan now slowly chewing his food, gazing at her phone. She could tell he felt bad for Jaanvi, which made her add this, "Dhruv, Kajal, and even Kiaan, we all miss you." He choked on his food, coughing continuously. His mum hurried, passing him a glass of cold water. "Drink it."

'Why would you say that?' Ughh! Bye.' He mouthed, before walking into his room leaving the unfinished lunch. She's not supposed to say that! Now Jaanvi will remember this and sit on my head for missing her.

Jaanvi, who was walking down the stairs to get the umbrella from the living room stopped in her spot. That Kan (Ear) misses me? That's new. I'll use this against him. He should miss me.  She felt nice knowing he missed her. Does he miss annoying me? Maybe he told his mum he misses me because I sent him an eighteenth birthday card? Her chain of thoughts were interrupted by someone's coughing.

(Eighteen-year-old Jaanvi when she say, 'he should miss me.)

"Everything ok?" she questioned, walking down the stairs. She walked towards the black umbrella, holding it in her hand as she walked out the main door. Standing under the rain with the umbrella keeping her away from the wet, cold drops.

"Yeah, he just got angry." Roshni muttered, she took the speaker out, now pulling the phone to her ear with the tea cup in her hand. "Where is Ansh?" She asked, sitting on the couch.

"He-Papa is ou--" she stopped talking, seeing her father ready to get out of the car. He'll get wet. She quickly said, 'I'll call you soon aunty,' before cutting the phone. The headphones were still on her head as she ran down the two little stairs before her father could get out. "Hero wait!" She yelled, running up to him, her bare feet touching the cold floor with water drops.

Feeling the cold shiver run down her body from the coldness she blinked it away for her father. By the time he was getting out of the car, there she stood with a smile on her face seeing her father. She kept her father under the umbrella until he got all his files and needed things in his hand.

"Naaam" He smiled, widely being so proud and overwhelmed with how much she cared about him. Jaanvi's grin slowly faded away, her heart stinging. He was trying to say, 'Namaskar,' (Hello) it always hurt her knowing he couldn't talk like others.

Holding the umbrella with one hand, she took one of his few files he held with his hand, so he wouldn't drop any on the wet floor. "Namaskar. How was your day? Did you eat? Did you drink four bottles of water? Oh and papa," she tiptoed a little to match up his height since she was holding the umbrella for him, "did someone tell you how handsome you look." She wriggled her eyes, grinning at him in a mischief way.

He blushed, covering his face with his hands, the files still clutched tightly around his fingers. It was always like that. She'll compliment him every day so he'd smile, laugh and even blush. Hayyyy! I'm sure mama fell for this blush. He rarely blushed, but every time his daughter called him handsome he couldn't help but turn red.

"Jaave." Ansh tried to sound stern and very serious but his voice came out squealy from all the compliments. She is just like her mother. He thought, walking into the house with a smile.

Once they got inside, Jaanvi placed the wet umbrella down, taking all the files from his hand even though he protested to do it himself. "I'll do it, Hero. Go, get comfy and I'll make warm tea for you." It always brought a smile on his face seeing his little baby acting like his mother. Raising his hands up in surrender, Ansh started walking up the stairs. "Oh yes! And we're having chips while watching Harry Potter!" She yelled so he could hear her.

He had a lot of work to finish off but didn't say anything. He just loved spending time with his daughter, Live while she's with me, soon she'll go. He thought, his eyes blurry with tears threatening to come out.

Flash Back End

"Kiaan no! Please." His wife laughed, running ahead of him but looking back to make sure he's not catching up to her.

"Never look back when you're running, you'll lose." He said, holding her wrist. She turned around making a face. When will she learn to accept her defeat? She kept an upset face but didn't try to take his hand of her small wrists.

He pulled her closer to himself. From the quick action her hands found themselves on his chest, feeling the warm muscle relax, his heartbeats had quickened and she could feel it on her palms. His hands slung around Jaanvi's waist, gripping her protectively, his eyes softening up seeing her face.

They kept looking into each other's eyes. Lost. One trying to read what was going inside the other head. Wanting to see through the body, to see the soul. The other was trying to understand why someone would love a person like her? Was he sent to me because I lost my mother?

Those brown eyes showed her so much love. So much that it scared her. How could someone love another for years? For so long being patient every single time. The eyes she had locked herself into were colour of deep sienna, with a smile worthy mischievous glint that reflected from the corner of his mouth smirking. I tried to fight myself not smile but couldn't help after seeing the glow of humour and playfulness that gives me shivers but at the same time wraps me in a warm embrace.

"I'll get some food." He broke the silence, he pushed away her black thick hair behind her ear, complimenting her delicate skin like midnight waves on a sandy beach. He moved away from her, walking towards the exit to get the food from the car.

She nodded, sitting down on the sand. Inhaling the fresh air, she looked around the beach, loving the view. It was calm all around. The four people she saw before were now surfing over the waves, maybe they all are friends? She thought. It made her feel bad inside.

She's the bold type of introvert. Sometimes it wasn't even about being an introvert, it was her own fears and trust issues blocking all her sense to try and communicate with others. The only major reason why she got along with Kiaan and Dhruv was because their parents were friends, therefore she often saw them.

If I hadn't spent so much time over thinking and being a scaredy cat I would have also had friends. A group of a friends. Not A friend. She huffed the air, touching the warm sand when Kiaan's phone buzzed. She reached out for his phone, remembering he had left it near their slippers after he fell on the water. She tried to unlock his phone but realised it has a lock.

What can it be? It wasn't a normal four number passcode, it had to be some word or name. She typed away, 'Shoes.' The phone screen shock indicating it was wrong. "Guess his love for shoes is fake then." She muttered, biting her fingernails, thinking hard.

'Six March.' she typed his birth date, hoping it'll be it. The phone buzzed again. "What is it? My passcode is October, how come he doesn't have his birth date or month." She was getting irritated now. "It has to be something others don't know. Something only he kn--" It was her last try before the iphone would be locked on the third wrong try for a minute.

He says he loves me, let's see. It wouldn't hurt her if it wasn't her name. She's not one of those girls who expected her guy to set her picture as his wallpaper or set her number with the name 'love,' she didn't like public affection. Still, for the sake of reading Tina's message, she wrote, 'Jaanvi.' Before hitting done she stopped.

"No. Everyone knows I'm his wife. It must be something priv--" she typed 'Ariel,' her eyes staring at the phone screen hitting done. To her little surprise, 'Ariel,' was the passcode. Mr Smart, not so smart. She smiled, not being able to hide the blush forming in her cheeks.

Before reading the text Tina had send, Jaanvi went into Kiaan's contact list. Scrolling towards her name she noticed he said it as, 'Jaaaanvi.' Why stretch the A? she bit her bit, editing her name from 'Jaaaanvi' to 'God.' "Now whenever I call him it'll say, 'God calling.'" She laughed her eyes out before reading Tina's message.

Kiaan had saved Tina's name with a lizard emoji next to her name. "Now that's like my husband. I'm impressed!" Jaanvi muttered, loving the emoji. She pressed on Tina's name reading her message,

Tina- You should come over before you leave for India. She sent an eye emoji with her text.

"How do I reply?" Jaanvi started thinking as if this was her tenth standard exam. She typed,

Kiaan- I'd love to if your two puppets would be there. I liked the one wearing her shades inside the house.

Jaanvi burst out laughing at her reply.

Tina- Ummm, oh ok. So when are you leaving?

Kiaan- In around three days, but I want to stay back. Jaanvi adds a sad emoji.

Tina- Why sad? Will you miss me?

"Why is she imagining things beyond her limits?" She wasn't smiling anymore, but glaring at the phone.

Kiaan- No. I'm just too tired, Jaanvi always keeps me busy. She added a smiling emoji. "If she's smart she'll understand, but I doubt it." Jaanvi went onto Tina's name, saving it as 'Putana.' (Demoness) And added a zombie emoji next to the name. "Next time she calls it'll say, Putana calling!"

Jaanvi locked the phone, laying back when his phone rang. This better not be Tina or I'll rip her head off chipkali. (Lizard) She got up, now sitting with the sun shining above her. Reaching out for the phone she saw her dad calling. Not calling, FaceTiming. She sat up straight, accepting the call with a big smile.

"Hero! How are you? What did you eat today? Aren't you supposed to be asleep? Wait! Are you at the café?" She boomed him with questioned, bringing her big eyes closer to the phone screen, looking at her father's surroundings.

"Jaave!" He folded his arms across his chest, wriggling his nose. Upset. "meee" he muttered, pointing at himself.

"Oh of course I care about you Hero. That's why I asked where you were, I was worried." He scoffed at her, making a face.

"Caaff" He murmured, holding the phone in his hand now which rested on the table before. He showed her the café, the lights were on but nobody was there.

"Are you alone? It's so late there, why are you awoke?" she glared at him.

He rested the phone on the table, from the support of the salt bottles it made a little stand for him. He started gesturing with his hands, using the sign language to make her understand why he was there.

"If chachi (aunty) wants food and cakes from the cake for next week then why isn't she or chachu (uncle) here helping you? Why are you filling up the ingredients alone? You could have asked Asha, Giya or even Aditi for help." He father started to move his hands to explain further on but she quickly said, "Where is Jay? Why isn't he helping you? He's old enough and strong enough to hell with whatever family dinner you all are planning! Are they blind? Can't they see you're old?" By now she was flaming in anger.

Standing up she held the phone in front of her, looking at her father's soft eyes. "When will you learn to speak papa? Why always see the bright side and not the shallow or dark ones? They are using you! Fine! I get is. Family dinner, proposal coming for Rashi but it's their daughter! Not yours! They didn't do anything for us when Kiaan's family came over!" She raised her voice, rage covering up her eyes.

"Why wasn't food ordered from MY cafe when MY HUSBAND'S family came over huh?" She was beyond pissed. Her father's brother's family were making her old man go out at night, filling up the pantry so they aren't out of ingredient for the food being prepared for Rashi's supposed groom and for a family dinner. Why wasn't food sent for Kiaan's family? She felt angry. She felt left out and unfair.

"And no! Jiten is MY chef! I pay him! I am NOT letting him cook for that chachi's (aunty) supposed son-in-laws family! It's my café dad, stay out of it. I'm no--" she was cut off by Ansh's glare which she hardly encountered. He was always calm, whether she was angry or sad. It was rare to see those angry eyes.

He signed with his hands, "You'll understand everything once you come back. Everything was fair for Kiaan's family. You'll be happy once you see who the groom is, just relax. And Jay was tried from wor--" She stopped his hands mid-way from explaining further on.

"He was partying! Do you have Instagram? No nah?" she asked, biting her inner cheek tightly in frustration. "He should help! Why would you always do good for such people papa?" Her voice held pain towards the end. People-no, his brother's family always used his kindness for their benefit and Ansh always happily helped, this always ignited a fire inside his daughter's body.

"Because I'm kind. And I like it this way." He finished off, resting his hands on his lap. Pleading his daughter with his eyes to calm down.

"Well, I'm not! And I would never be this kind knowing my own child is angry with me because of my so-called kindness." She flamed closing her eyes shut to slower her heart rates. Trying to make him understand what she means she said, "Imagine I have kids in future." She said seriously, not joking. Her eyes watching her fathers. "I want and expect them to be your first priority papa. I don't care who you help long as my kids are getting the love of their nana. I have tolerated your kindess for decade's papa, but I won't if I see any difference in you treating my children with others." He always understood family stuff, that's the only reason why she said this. (Grandfather)

"Jaave." He whispered. From his voice she could tell a lump was forming inside his throat, his words coming out drier than his usual sad tone. He raised his hands up, explaining further on with them. "Your children would always be my first priority. Just like you are, don't say this."

"If I am your first priority, then get up and leave for home. Go inside your bedroom and sleep like other people your age. Stop stressing about something which isn't even your problem!" She shouted, putting her hand on her head from all the shouting. "Relax your body. Please. Go. Go home and sleep like they are right now."

It was like she would smile a minute but cry an hour. Her happiness never lasted long.

"Jaa--" he tried to protest but she shook her head.

"If you love me you'll follow my instructions. Go. Go home. Let them do the work. Just go! Prove your love for me." he was ready to protest again but her one angry look shut him up. He sighed. Before hanging up he gestured with his hands,

"I called Kiaan because you weren't picking up your phone."

"My phones inside the car. And the data is off." She muttered, trying to sound normal though she didn't feel normal.

"Jaa--" He was the type of man who could handle his loved ones anger for other people-to help other people. Even if he took words to heart, he didn't show it. Just like right now.

"Ok, answer a yes to any of these things then you can help them. Hell you can even transfer the café into their name." her voice flat. "When you came home from work, who asked you for a cup of tea, coffee or some water? ME! When you sat down on the couch, all tired and hot who used their common sense to turn the fan on?" He remained quiet, his eyes looking down in shame and guilt.

"Who massaged your head when you had a headache? Who woke up till late night sometimes because your legs were hurting and I was massaging them! Who kept your clothes on your bed while you were having a shower? Who left a sticky note inside your file writing, 'Don't forget to eat. Smile.' Everyday? ME, papa! ME! Who stood

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