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Started Typing On - 23/02/2019

Chapter 66- Silence       

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Author's Pov:

Kiaan walked over to the beach where he had left Jaanvi about twenty minutes ago. It was only supposed to take five minutes to come back with the food, drinks and a sheet he brought, planning this to be a mini picnic at a quiet beach he had known since three years but took longer. He realised he forgot to bring Coco-Cola for Jaanvi. Kiaan drove to the nearest store which was ten minutes' drive from the beach, he wanted her to have her favourite drink at a hot day so without thinking twice, he left.

Now he walked with a basket of food he had prepared from home while he made Jaanvi sit inside the car until he returned. It was all supposed to be a surprise. The basket with food inside and a sheet they could sit on to save themselves from the burning hot sand now, and the drinks in his hand.

He didn't see Jaanvi from far but didn't panic. She must be there, I'm just too far away. He took long steps, holding the basket and drinks in his hand firmly. The sun shining on his head was already pissing him off. "Why can't it be fucken cloudy?" he muttered, not liking the hot sun today. He blazed right at him, already irritating him with the sweat on his forehead.

"Jaanvi better like this." He said to himself, walking closer. "I worked so hard to prepare these vegetarian sandwiches for her. Chopping all those lettuce, tomato, cucumber, then adding the cheese and of course, how can I forget! Warming up those frozen Has-browns. I never worked so hard in my cooking class." He shook his head, praying his wife would like this little gesture.

The blurry view was now coming in shape to his eyes. He did feel a little worry not seeing anyone around the beach. Those couples must have left. He thought. "Good." He smiled. "Privacy is nice, that's why I brought Jaanvi to this quiet Beach." He murmured, smiling to himself. Oh how much he loved her.

He placed the basket on top of the sheets he had now spread on the sand. Seeing his phone on the ground he picked it put, putting it inside the basket since his shorts were wet from Jaanvi's push. Dropping the before cold, now warm drinks on the sheet he looked around not seeing her,

"Jaanvi!" he shouted, calling out to her. He felt worry on the pit of his stomach but tried to act all composed knowing she's probably hiding behind a tree to prank him like he always did. He crouched down to get his phone out to see the time. Seeing it's been little over a minute he started panicking like mad god.

"Jaanvi! Jaanvi!" Wait! Did she run away because I stalked her for two years? No, she's not that crazy. He paced up and down, looking in all directions to find her. He noticed a small, faded type figure of someone swimming in the beach. He actually couldn't even tell if the person was swimming or not. The waves were too strong and big, lifting the person up and down it went, alone with the figure.

"Is that--" he walked a little closer, trying to zoom his eyes into the figure. "Oh, that's my idiot wife." He chuckled, face palming himself for not recognising his own wife. The chuckle of relief faded away, his expressions turning hard and sour. "Fuck." He muttered, running towards the water.

"But she can swim." He said to himself, stopping on his tracks. The cold water splashing up to his toes. "But she hasn't swam in a beach before! Not the New York beach for sure!" He yelled, cursing himself for wasting so much time.

He was a water baby. He could swim forever, anytime of the day, dive forever, underwater was his world, and of course not when he needed to breathe though. There was a certain level of comfort he felt as the water touched his body, he didn't feel less than a fish, but today was different.

He didn't feel relaxed, enjoying his time under water or feel happy. He was worried, shit worried to lose her. He didn't even have the time to think about what was happening. All he knew was, she may need help. Help to get out of the water. She does need mental help as well! He wanted to yell. To slap her. But before that he wanted to hug her close to his body.

His air bubbles making their way under the ocean with every exhale he took coming up, he only came up to go down in a hurry to find her. He swam so fast that he felt a muscle of his leg being pulled but this wasn't going to stop him. He wasn't going to stop until he went breathless.

Seeing the heavy, big wave pull her down, he dived into the water, flapping his legs in chance of pushing his body ahead. Ahead to reach her. His arms felt like they were going to give up he mentally prepared himself to save her.

She was gasping out the water, trying to claim her lost breath from all the water pushing inside her lungs. Feeling her body tense in fear of losing herself before it was too late, she dived inside making her way back to the sand. What is she doing? Kiaan thought, his eyes were tired from the waves making contact with the precious orbs but wasn't going to leave her like that.

Jaanvi didn't notice him till now and kept swimming towards him, all this time Kiaan was flaming in anger. He felt like the beast within him had been awoken from the dead. The anger from his eyes showed the scared husband within, the boy who was taught to fight back in any situations. He felt the pain beneath his heart and soul drowning at the thought of losing her. She had to stay in his sight.

Once Kiaan had reached her, he gripped her hand to pull her closer, the water was doing the opposite to them, pushing them apart. Being extremely afraid to lose her, he wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her closer so she doesn't disappear into the ocean.

His wet, now soft hands from being under water for so long, cupped her face. Bringing her face intensely close to him he moved his fingers all around her face, examining if she's ok. His trembling worried fingers grazed along her cheeks, her collarbone, her forehead, her neck. He was worried. Very, worried.

Jaanvi's breathing became heavy from all the diving and swimming, she held him tightly closing her eyes. Touching her temple to his she clutching his t-shirt tightly around his neck.

She raised her heavy, wet and tired lashes up, gazing at the concerned Kiaan. "I wa--" he didn't want explanation. Excuses were something he always hated, but ignored for her. What she had done today was beyond questionable to him.

The remaining inch between them was decreased by Kiaan. He brought her face closer until his wet lips touched hers. It was like he needed a clarification that she's fine. She's fine. The water was lifting their bodies up and down, like a swing but with nothing underneath them. Her hands left his clutching t-shirt, now going up to his hair, holding them tightly enough for some to fall out.

Kiaan left her cheeks, his hands making her way up her wet, thick hair, holding them tightly into his soft fingers as he pushed her head, even closer if possible. His other hand held her back, keep her in place. The wet lips from the water, as well as their body in the cold water, were moving in sync, like they had practiced kissing each other again and again. This was only their third kiss though.

There was something to heavenly about a kiss being on the water, a tender moment that just won't wait until both wet bodies are entwined together. It was like a burst of love that could be expressed from a kiss, not caring about the water soaking through to chill your skin. Even being soaked in water, they didn't feel cold. Their bodies were so close that it felt like fire.

Jaanvi wasn't someone who'd ask you to cook her something, gift her something, compliment you or even kiss you, even though she probably wants you to. She doesn't believe in asking things which were meant to happen on their own.

This moment felt like Kiaan had already known how much she wanted comfort, physical contact, this kiss.

He kissed the droplets from her lips by the water splashing around them. She felt her lips smile against his, feeling lucky, super lucky to have him. She had seen the worry look in his face once he cupped her face. He swept her wet, sticky hair from all the swimming aside, holding onto her neck firmly.

He nibbled on her lips, angrily, frustrated, furiously knowing she was smiling against his lips. She couldn't smile. She shouldn't. He was worried to lose her and she was smiling. It felt like he was ready to swallow her lip when he bit her soft, medium sized red lips, blood oozing out in a second mixing with her wet, swollen lips. Kiaan pulled away but still kept her close.

She gulped down, the urge the hiss in pain. A hard, painful cut lip, at also with water splashing around you was the worst combination. She could feel the water stinging her freshly cut lip. She looked up, shivering from his cold eyes. His stony expressions were scaring her. His rage sso strong that she seemed it was pointless to explain why she decided to have a swim.

She lowered her lashes feeling nervous under the gaze. His lips brushed her again, this time not innocently or with worry flashing from his kiss. This was fiery, passionate and demanded. Jaanvi wanted to pull away from the punishing kiss as he kept biting and sucking her lower lip but lost herself. He didn't waste any time to press his tongue into the seam of her lips, even though she didn't like the anger hiding behind the kiss she granted him access, delved inside her mouth, nearly knocking all the wind from her lungs.

No. She tried to pull way. Moving her fingers from his hair to his shoulders, she gently pushed him away. In process her lip cutting from his torture of punishment. They both started breathing heavily, the water had turned colder suddenly, and the sun was no longer above them. He sky was pink and purple by now.

"How dare you!" He yelled, as the water splashed their bodies, knocking her into his arms. Jaanvi tangled her arms around his neck, pushing herself closer to his wet body. Shivering in the cold she pleaded him to take her home. "How dare you!" he repeated, angrier this time but swam closer towards the sand.

Realising her knees were going weak, he scooped her into his arms. His expressions were hard the whole time she stayed closer to him. She could understand how pissed he was. Her eyes travelled to the sheet, with a basket, two drinks and his phone. She looked up to see a clenched jaw Kiaan walking past the stuff.

"Did you br---"

"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled, making her flinch into his body. Was she even supposed to hold onto him tightly now? He stalked towards the car, dropping her into the seat, not caring whether she hit herself or not. she moved her shivering hands to the door handle to close it but Kiaan beat her to it, he shut the door with a bang making her flinch in her seat for the second time.

He cursed loudly before going back to the beach to get the things.

"I make the fucken sandwich! I drive for bloody ten extra minutes to get her a drink! I do all the packing, all the thinking for this little picnic and she's over there being a real Ariel! Doesn't she fucken know this is New York! Not her school swimming pool!" He yelled, stomping his wet bare feet on the sand, making it stick to his feet.

"If something happened what would I do? Cry for killing another person? How would I have ever been able to face her father? Bloody stupid, crazy, idiot, useless girl! That's it! I confessed now she can suck it up! Don't love me, I don't care! She can do whatever the fuck she wants, who am I anyways? A husband by name only! UGH." He chucked the drinks into the basket in rage, putting his phone inside the basket he took the sheet, walking back into the car.

"Now she can beg all she wants, I don't care! I won't even talk to her." He stalked towards the car, talking to himself the whole time. His eyes landed on the basket, getting angrier. "Why did I waste my time making this sandwich? What a waste of time! I could have made a chicken sandwich for myself but for her I didn't! Now I won't even let her eat this. I'll cook for myself from now on." He promised himself, clearly very pissed off at her and himself for planning everything.

He dropped the basket on purpose, making a loud noise. She hates loud noise, good. He smiled in anger, happy to irritate her a little. Hearing the noise of Kiaan slamming the door she put her hands in her ear, blocking the noise.

I don't blame him for being angry.

The whole ride home she tried to talk but he ignored her. He didn't talk. But inside his head he was cursing himself for being a stupid lover of hers.

They were walking inside the house, all wet when Jaanvi asked, "What's inside the basket?" She noticed it the whole ride but didn't ask, now she couldn't stop herself.

He ignored her, putting the basket on the kitchen counter. Washing his hands properly, after drying them he took out the sandwiches, putting them in a plate. The whole time Jaanvi's eyes were watching him silently.

He took a glass of water, walking inside the bedroom. She followed behind him like a lost puppy. "Eat on the dining table."

It's my house! He wanted to reply but remained calm. He walked inside the bedroom, the carpet wet from their wet clothes. He placed the plate on the bedside table to his side before taking his shirt of. Jaanvi's eyes widened but remained quiet.

Is he trying to tease me? She mentally noted to take revenge. He walked past her, pushing her shoulder slightly as if she didn't exist. I'm going to do the same to you Kiaan! She narrowed her eyes but could help but think, his body though!

He took out spare pair of clothes, with a white towel walking inside the bathroom. Slamming the door shut.

"Ha, ha, go on. Break the door! After all, he has to pay." She muttered, annoyed with all the banging. She also took out her clothes, changing in Dhruv's bedroom.

The whole time Kiaan remained in their bedroom, scowling. He ate both the sandwiches as promised to himself. Sitting under the duvet he was working on his laptop, emailing some investors hoping somebody would be willing to buy his hotel when Jaanvi walked in.

She was wearing a black simple nightgown. The underneath dress had a slit cup just a few inches above the knee, giving her access to move around, with a deep neck. She had knotted the cover of the nightgown around her waist, covering her up. She walked over to the bed sighing.

"Hello, darkness talking friend." She said, sitting in front of him. He didn't change his expressions for her. Still looking at the laptop screen, busying typing away in anger. "Isn't that the song or something?" She tried to lift the conversation.

After sitting there in an uncomfortable silence with keyboard clicking she gave up, laying down on the bed, turning the main light off. The lamps lights were on as he kept working.

After twenty minutes of watching the dark ceiling Jaanvi noticed he turned the laptop off, now laying down next to her. You wouldn't even call it 'next to her,' because he was sleeping on the edge, far from her as if she's ready to rip his skin out.

"Why not sleep on the floor instead?" She questioned, irritation lacing in her voice.

He remained silent, closing his eyes. His back facing her face. She shuffled closer to him, putting her hand on his elbow, turning him to face her. "Stop ignoring me you Kan!" (Ear) she raised her voice, gripping his elbow.

His eyes remained shut, not giving her any attention. She pouted, hating how he was behaving. Putting her leg over his stomach-like she normal slept-she wrapped her small arms around his arms, snuggling onto him.

She caught him stiffing a little but she remained clam. "You can push me away but you gotta talk or I'll do worst." She warned, sounding serious though she was upset. She was losing her patience minute by minute. As her patience died within herself, she hovered over him, putting her hand on each side of his head.

"How do you men do it?" he opened his eyes, knowing her small figure was towering him. "How do you manage to climb above a girl without getting tired? That's like doing push ups but not going down, remaining up-Ok, that sounded very disturbing, moving on." She lifted her finger to point as one of her ways to express, 'awkward,' not being able to handle standing straight with one hand she fell on top of him.

"This is even more disturbing." She realised she was laying on top of him, his eyes rolling under the darkness. "Yup, you men stick to the hovering part, we'll stick to being innocent and shy." She suggested, ready to get of him.

"You talk about the most stupid things sometimes, you know?" he finally spoke, his voice show proud and how much he agrees with his statement. He put his arms around her waist, caging her in between his body and arms.

"Oh wow, so you can talk." She sarcastically laughed, putting her one hand between their chests so they have some distance, while the other moving towards his hand to get out of his grip.

"If you make me leave you, I'll sleep in the other room. Then you can sleep with your dark fears." He said, warning her. His whole indication was towards her fear of the dark. Two can play the game.

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