77-The Family's Outburst

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Chapter 77-The Family's Outburst

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"You're supposed to go faster than this." Jaanvi scoffed, rolling her eyes at him as well as shaking her head. "Didn't you say you were way better? And faster?" She stayed seated on the kitchen counter stool, watching over her husband trying to whisk the egg so she could cook omelette. Her face tiredly clasped on her palms, the elbow hurting as it touched the hard counter.

"Why don't you sleep Miss Tired?" Kiaan scoffed back, rubbing his together before running them through his soft hair. She had been tired since the morning but too stubborn to relax. He had suggested her to lay down on the bed and wait until he's done cooking but nope, she wasn't going to listen. "Watch this. Carefully." He gave her a confident smile, holding the fork tightly around his fingers making his knuckles turn white as paper.

"Go on." She responded with the same level of high attitude and confidence, folding her arms across her chest. Her gaze looked on his face, noticing the change of expression. His tongue touched his upper lip, creating a click noise before he muttered a small 'ok then.'

His hand kept mixing the egg as fast as possible since he challenged Jaanvi few seconds ago saying 'I can cook better omelette and I can whisk faster.' Well, that's going down the hill! She let out a breath, exhausted breath giving him a bored expressions as a yawn escaped her mouth. Clicking her fingers she said "Can you please let me cook? I'm hungry over here."

Jaanvi raised her hand up to tie her hair in a messy bun. Twisting her hair in clock-wards direction she held it in shape with one hand as the others did the tying. She yawned once again before washing her hands. Her eyes blinking rapidly wanting the sleep to take over her body.

"Jaan you need to sleep. I kept you pretty busy all night." Came his hoarse voice from behind her. She turned around drying her hands with the small black tea towel before pushing him aside by her hip.

"Oh shh. I have enough energy to jog around the city." Came her confident yet flat answer. Her whole mood was a little off counting the remaining days left. Before she came out of the room she was counting with her fingers, her eyes going dull in sadness, two days left.

He didn't argue since he was super hungry as well. He wrapped his hands around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder humming in reply. His eyes closed letting her smell invade his surroundings.

Her phone inside the shorts pocket ringed and vibrate onto her skin. She left the pan on the stove, taking the phone out of her pocket. "I want to destroy all the phones in this damn house." Kiaan grumbled, she chuckled a bit before her eyes dropped at the phone screen. She bit her tongue hard with teeth, feeling the blood touch her tongue making her shiver a little.

"What happened?" He felt her shiver under his touch. He stood beside her, lifting her chin up with his index finger. His eyes softening seeing her blank face. She shook away smiling, putting the phone on the speaker since she wanted to cook as well as talk.

"Rashi." She let out a breath, putting the phone on the counter, few inches away from the stove. Kiaan jumped up sitting on the counter, few inches away from the phone, biting into an apple close to him. Chewing the apple slowly Jaanvi looked up at him, he arched his brows gesturing her to take a bit if she wanted. She shook her head, pouring the oil into the hot pan.

"Di!" (Elder Sister) Kiaan rolled his eyes at her formalities.  Doesn't treat my wife as an elder sister but call her by the title, wow fantastic. The problem-not a problem but the world thought it was a problem-with Jaanvi and Kiaan was they were too straight forward. Both of them. They hated formalities, they hated back bitching, and they both didn't like people hiding around the bush. Perhaps that's why they both confessed their love as soon as they realised it was blooming. 

"Yes?" Jaanvi put her weight on my leg, holding the kitchen counter tightly from the pain under her abdomen. Her other hand held onto the woollen spoon, stirring the egg mixture which she poured in few seconds ago.

What could she possibly ask now? "Oh, I just called to make sure if you've texted the chef? For the food."

And I was telling her to clear out her differences with the twins. Kiaan took another hard bit on the apple, letting the juice touch his chin and lips, of course.

"Oh" Jaanvi's face fell flat, if possible touching the floor. Again she called for her own benefit. She bit her inner cheek, scratching her nose tip to fidget around with something. "i-I um--" if the marble counter was a skin or soft like flour dough she could already picture her nails digging into it. She glanced up at Kiaan who was looking her but wasn't aware of her situation. Jaanvi mouthed 'hurts.' And it was enough for him to get the idea. He immediately left the half eaten apple on the counter, jumping of the counter to hold her.

"Rashi wait." He said in a rather cult and straight voice, clear enough for anyone to hear from far distance. He turned the stove of quickly, putting the pan aside with half cooked omelette before scooping Jaanvi in his strong arms. "Why didn't you tell me before when I questioned if you were ok?" he whisper yelled, shooting her a death worthy glare. She shook her head hissing.

Helping her sit on the bed, he arranged the pillows behind her back so her posture is straight. She wasn't even cold, but the possessive worried side took over Kiaan. He reached out to grab the duvet cover to cover up her body when she held his hand to stop him. "She's on the phone. J-just--" she clutched her lower stomach. "-tell her i-I didn't get t--"

His eyes turned dark. They weren't the welcoming, pleasing and the sweet gorgeous type. This was an exceptionally angry one turning his brown orbs into dark ones. His jaw clenched and his knuckles turning white as he held onto the duvet cover tightly.

"She can wait." She could sense the anger lurking behind his words. Jaanvi unwrapped her hand around his, bringing it back to herself. His eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. A frown forming on his forehead. In a moment she felt he was far away from reach. "You should have told me." He muttered loudly, pulling a painkiller out of the drawer inside their bedroom. Giving it to her with a glass of water next to their bed, he gave her a very gravy look before walking out.

"What were you saying?" He called out over the phone as he approached the kitchen. He ran his fingers through his hair, muttering how careless Jaanvi was. Standing in front of the counter he turned on the stove, putting the pan back on it as he took out four breads out of the fridge. Not before slamming the fridge door slam in frustration.

She doesn't even trust me enough to share her pain with me? Rashi on the other side of the phone flinched a little from the slamming noise, she turned the volume down of her phone a little before speaking. "Yeah I was sa--"

"Forgot your manners sali sahiba?" (Sister-in-law) taunting wasn't something Kiaan liked doing. He did it before but not in a mean away, it was always sarcastic but this was triggering. He doesn't know how but his voice came out calm despite that fact how pissed he was at Jaanvi and Rashi for always calling for her own good.

"Ji?" (used with names and titles to show respect.) Came her confused voice. He placed the breads on the clean plate, sitting in front of him ready to be toasted. He flipped the omelette before answering her.

"No Hi, no Hello, straight to business." He added a bitter laugh, making a 'huh,' noise flaming in anger. She touched her head gently rubbing it at her stupidity. "I like that. But sometimes you should seriously ask even if you're not interested. You know? Like 'how are you didi?' or 'how is everything there Jiju?' it'll make your didi happy." (Didi means elder sister and Jiju means brother-in-law) His voice dripping with venom.

What else did he and Jaanvi ever expected? Least a little bit of interest in their life. Even Tina asked Jaanvi 'how are you?' though they both hate each other and Rashi didn't even do that. They shared the same family blood, yet so far.

He was so over Jaanvi's smile turning into a thin line. She didn't say it ever but he knew little things made her happy. Super happy.

"I-i-Namaste." (Hello) she finally greeted, her cheeks turning red in little guilt.

He was so over Rashi today that he didn't even greet back, "My wife didn't contact the che--"

"WHAT?!" she screamed over the phone, panicking. 'S-she didn't? There's only three to four days left in pre--" Kiaan put his little finger inside his ear, shaking it a little to ease the pain caused by her annoying loud voice. Jaanvi's scream is totally better. He couldn't help but smile ear to ear.

"So? Who is she? Your servant? And who is he? He works for my wife not for your bit-mother!" he controlled his tongue on time before the word 'bitch' could leave his mouth. Both of the younger Rajput's had patience in different fields. Jaanvi could control her anger most of the times to avoid unwanted attention or fight/argument with her family members but Kiaan couldn't. And never would. If he truly believes the opposite person is greedy and extremely selfish he'd snap before you realise.

And that's what happened while his life was listening to music on her headphones from his phone. She wasn't even aware of how much his voice has raised.

"Listen, and listen very carefully. Jaanvi is my wife, therefore half of her property is mine! Which leads us to mutual decision. And from what I see dear sister-in-law, I'm not liking the idea of this dinner plan. It's your proposal after all, not mine then why should I send our chef out there for your little party?" He let the words slip without even regretting it. His tone was harsh. Too harsh.

"I have my own responsibilities as you may know." She gulps hard, holding back her tears as she looked at Jaanvi's room across from where she stood. "My income gets divided into my parents, and now my wife. I'll have my own kids one day, even a single cent is important to me because it'll help feed my loved ones." His voice was so business toned and scary that she replied,

"Y-Y-Yes." She gulped.

"Right. So, sending our worker over to your hou-sorry, my wife's house." She startled at her spot, her breath taking a U-turn. Rashi felt as if the floor beneath her had slipped away. She thought he was repeating her words like Jaanvi did that night when she was slapped by her father. Little did she know, Kiaan was referring to the property papers being in Jaanvi's name. "-Wouldn't be very smart. We may lose customers and I don't like money lose. So, I'm sorry to inform you but honey you gotta move your ass and your mum's and better start planning on what we're going to eat on Tuesday." Your mums fat ass. He wanted to add but kept it to himself knowing his mum wouldn't like him disrespecting another women.

"Oh yes!"

"Y-y-yeah?" she whispered, her voice breaking.

"We won't be six. We'll be seven. Aditi will be joining us." From the way Rashi spoke, it didn't hint who her groom may be if he also accepts her but Kiaan just hated the way she spoke. He hated her bossy attitude and selfishness so wanting to add salt into her wounds he decided he'll personally invite Aditi.

Jaanvi would like it if Aditi comes along. His plan was, A-if someone Rashi does want to marry Dhruv bring Aditi along would be a big help. He personally adored Aditi. She was a sweet girl, after all, a back bone of Jaanvi's before he came along into the frame as her husband. B-Even if Dhruv had nothing to do with Rashi's proposal he'd be happy seeing Aditi there. She was close to him and Jaanvi after all.

"A-A-Ad-Aditi?" her voice broke. Tears spilling down her eyes as her mother approaches her with a smile Juhi's smile drops seeing her daughters crying face. She ran over to her daughter, holding her shoulders, shaking her to speak. Rashi covers her mouth with her hand to compress her sobs.

"Yeah. Didn't I tell you that Dhruv loves her? She's the future youngest Rajput daughter-in-law." And with that, just like he salted her wounds, he added a little bit of salt on top of the omelette, putting the bread next to it. Taking out a glass of warm milk he put it all in the tray smiling.

"Ok, bye. Need to spend some time with my wife. See you on Tuesday, oh, and yes." He paused, moving his lips closer to the phone so she directly hears his voice properly. "Dhruv loves Paneer Curry, make that for him." And he hung up smiling brightly.

"I'm an asshole. Oh well, make my Ariel sad and I'd bite you harder than the Salvatore brothers." He grinned, taking the tray into his room. If Dhruv's theory is right, there's no way I'm letting Rashi enter my house as a Rajput. He noted.

"H-h-he--" she burst out crying into her mother, Juhi's arms. Holding onto her tightly as she dropped her phone on the carpet. Just then her twin Jai walked in, concerned to see his sister in this state. He ran over to her, cupping her red sad face.

"Ras--"

"I want Dhruv!" She yelled holding her brothers collar. "I want Dhruv ma!" she screamed on top of her lungs, her whole face growing into an angry red bird. Her mother was surprised seeing her so angry. She's always been so quiet and to herself but this behaviour of hers was scaring her. "Ki-Kiaan said D-Dhruv l-l-loves Aditi! S-she's c-coming this Tuesday as well! J-J-Jai do anything! A-anything b-but keep her away! Y-you like her right?" He nods, his eyes softening.

"Then marry her! T-ta-take her away because I want Dhruv! Only him!" her bothers gazed from Rashi to his mum, looking confused.

"She's right. Marry Aditi. We'll ask for her hand in marriage today itself!" She ordered, walking away with a frown. Jaanvi! All because of Jaanvi! If she wasn't friends with Aditi this wouldn't have happened!

Married My Enemy


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