83- Flowing Blood

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Hey! First of all, please don't go on hating Jaanvi for how she behaves or what she says. I've written this chapter on the bases of imagination on how Jaanvi (If she was real) would behave.

She'll obviously won't behave like those super innocent, loving and caring Indian daily soap leads, because that's bullshit. No one can be calm or quiet in this situation. I tried to make it as realistic as possible.

I've used Gifs in this since I've been told I don't use them lol.

Started Typing On - 19/03/2019

Chapter 83- Flowing Blood

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Author's Pov:

"S-s-she w-what?" Kiaan's hands on her back froze, he pulled away as his hands dropped on the side. He blazed into her eyes, trying to read or understand what she had said a few minutes ago.

"SHE KILLED MY MOTHER!" Everyone gasps, but Ansh just stayed silent. He looked utterly shocked-even that would be an understatement for how he truly felt. He wanted to walk away, to wake up from his horrifying dream or even slap Jaanvi again for talking rubbish but he couldn't move.

"What nonsense are you saying?" Sanjay, Juhi's husband raises his voice standing behind Jaanvi. She stood up, raging in anger. Kiaan stood up with her but couldn't understand how to react or speak. His voice had abandoned him.

"Uhh," Jaanvi breaths out happily, a sinister smile plastered on her lips as she approaching uncle. "Poor man-sorry, old man--"

"Jaanvi!" Her grandma yelled once again, very angry with her behaviour.

"Oh please Shushma Ahuja." She didn't even bother glancing at her grandma, instead she gestured her to stop speaking with her hand raised up to stop her. "Maybe--" she came closer to her uncle, smiling like she'd discovered something new. "-she wanted to have an affair with my father after my mum died." She yelled

"Jaanvi!" Sanjay yelled raising his hand up to connect it with her face but Kiaan came on the way, holding his hand firmly.

Kiaan shot him an anger look, pushing Sanjay's hand back. "Don't." Was all he said.

Jay who was listening and seeing everything was boiling in anger. He walked over to Jaanvi, flipping her body to face him with his hand on her wrists. "Why?" Hurt lacing in his words. "Why point the finger on my mother's character?" He tightened his hold on Jaanvi but she behaved numb, like it didn't hurt. Kiaan placed his hand on Jay's shoulder, pushing him back. "No! I want answers!" Jay yelled standing straight on his spot.

"She doesn't want to talk to you!" Dhruv's who's always had his temper in bay was furious now. He knows Jaanvi, he knows she's impulsive but she'd never make up stories. He was losing his patience seeing Jay's hand already leaving dark red marks on her wrist, but he didn't leave. "Maybe you should stop fucken undressing Aditi with your eyes then we'll stop talking about characters!"

For the past hour or two Dhruv noticed Jay creepily watching Aditi. When she touched the elder's feet, he'd just stare at her chest like a bastard as her top misplaced. When she was laughing he'd glance at her lips, Dhruv being mature kept sitting in front of Jay so he couldn't stare at Aditi but now he had enough. Dhruv pushed him back, not once, not twice, but again and again until Raj, his father held his arm.

"Mind your language Dhruv!" Raj yelled at his son.

"Why is he holding Bhabhi's hand then?" (Sister-in-law's) he yelled back, glaring at a pissed of Jay.

"Like mother, like son." Jaanvi rose her hands, gesturing with her hands 'magic,' the way she spoke freaked everyone out. She was acting like a psychopath, like a kid. But she wasn't one. Her head fell back as she let out a deep laugh, laughing out her hatred. "What will he do Dhruv? He can see the girl sliding away but he can't do anything! Why? Mumma's boy needs mumma for help? Oh wait!" she jumped on her spot, Kiaan closed his eyes, freaking out as his hands trembled in fear.

"-You'll also kill Dhruv if he married Aditi just like your mother killed MY MUM!"

"Di please." Rashi cried, joining her hands together. "You're saying this because you don't want me to marry Dhruv right? Because you choose Aditi over me right?" she cried, standing in front of Kiaan, Jaanvi and Dhruv. She looked at Dhruv with teary eyes. "Why would you choose someone else over me?" Dhruv looked away.

"I never chose Adi over you! It was all your imagination! It was YOU who started acting like a bit--"

"Beta please." (Child/dear) Roshni pleaded, holding Jaanvi's hand. "Calm down, y-your stressed, come back home."

She jerked Roshni's hand away. "Home?" Jaanvi chuckled. "Didn't you remember this when I was sleeping on the floor last night? N-no my husband was! Didn't you remember this when you slapped your son for her!" She pointed at Rashi. The problem was, Jaanvi lost her ability to think. All she saw was negativity in everyone expect her father and husband. "THIS IS MY HOME! I OWN THIS PLACE! I DON'T NEED YOUR HOUSE! You said I could call you 'Ma' right? Then how could you let your daughter leave your house?" She dug her nail just above Roshni's chest, glaring and demanding her to speak up.

She turned around, walking to Kajal "Where were you older brother's baby while he didn't eat food last night?" For the first time Kajal acknowledged her.

"Please calm down Bhabhi." (Sister-in-law)

"WHERE IS JUHI! WHERE IS SHE?" Jaanvi screamed. The scream of thirst for someone's blood. The type which hold pain. Pain which couldn't be described.

"Di--" (Elder Sister)

"Don't you di me!" Jaanvi snapped, turning to face a shaking Rashi. "Your bitch of a mother killed my mum! Out of what? Jealousy? Anger? Hatred? What was my fault? What was my dad fault? WHAT WAS MY MUM'S FAMILY'S FAULT? WHAT WAS ISHAANI AHUJA'S FAULT?" She burst out into tears, touching her heart as it cried out in pain. "I didn't have a mother to breast feed me. She didn't hear my first word. She didn't pick me up from school like other kids mum's do. She didn't teach me how to walk, she didn't even see my face! SHE WAS DEAD WHY THE TIME I OPENED MY EYES!"

Her voice changed from hurt and pain to anger and rage. It rose every time she mentioned her mum.

"She maybe had dreams! She maybe wanted to meet her parents. She maybe wanted to become something! She wanted to smile! To laugh! To cry! To love her husband! For him to love her but your mother took it away!" she shouted, wiping away her tears furiously. Aditi who was watching this seemed to forget how to breathe. She knew everything Jaanvi had been through, she's seen Jaanvi around her own mum. She's seen how Jaanvi becomes to loving, quiet and super respectful around her mother.

"Can you believe how hard it is for a girl to grow up with a father only? Oh, yes, you wouldn't know!" She laughed bitterly, thrusting in her face. "My father had to teach me what periods were! What bras were! YOURS DIDN'T! CAN YOU IMAGINE? CAN YOU PUT YOURSELF IN MY SHOES AND THAN SPEAK? CAN YOU SLEEP EVERY NIGHT CRYING IN YOUR BED THINKING YOU ARE THE FUCKEN REASON BEHIND YOUR MOTHER'S DEATH? CAN YOU?!" By now she was shaking Rashi furiously. Her hands-no, her fingers digging into her cousins shoulders, forcefully shaking her body making her head dizzy.

"STOP IT!" Sanjay yelled, pushing Jaanvi away, she was about to fall on the floor when Kiaan held her. He looked down at her with broken eyes. He just didn't speak, but he wished her to stop. To stop causing herself pain. For a second her eyes replaced from anger to pain, just pain of a young Jaanvi but she pushed it away.

She moved away from Kiaan, blazing with anger as she looked at her uncle. "Hurts right? WHAT ABOUT ME?"

Roshni was sitting on the couch with Jaanvi's grandma, trying to console the crying old lady but the others stood in silence. The whole time Ansh was standing, his body was just numb. He couldn't process anything inside his brain.

"The doctor told me your wife ordered him to save me instead of my mum!" This time Ansh looked, the quiet man finally looked at his daughter. "He told me Juhi told him to save the baby over the mother! And dad being mute couldn't even question the doctor before he left to rip me out of my mother's womb! Dad probably thought the doctor was saving mum but your wife!" She screamed, pulling her hair in anger.

Sanjay froze. He glanced at his brother, then at his daughter, being shocked. He looked at his mother, panicking. Kneeling down in front of his mother he placed his hands on her lap. "Juhi can't do that Ma. She can't."

"SHE DID!" Jaanvi interrupted, glaring at Rashi. "You knew Juhi had problems with my mum! You told me grandma! You told me how Juhi would always fight with Ma or create problems! HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY LEAVE HER ALONE BY THE OPERATON THEATHER! LOOK WHAT SHE DID. You failed Shushma! You failed!" She wanted to rip out of her Saree, the pallu was falling in her arm, annoying her. She furiously shoved it away, wipe her whole face with the back of her hand.

"You know what?" Jaanvi spoke, walking closer to the twins. "When I found out she killed my mother, I wished you guys were dead. I wished you were living in hell but no. y-you should live! Live with people around you whispering how your mother is a killer! You should live in that guilt that I lived in thinking my mum died because of me!" She backed back, raising her hand up, acting as if she was clicking their photo with an imaginary camera. "And this shocked picture of yours, I'd keep! I'd watch it, smile it, keep it, and love it while you two die in pain! In guilt! In embarrassment! Your life is over Jay and Rashi. No one will get their children married of to a killers child! After all, like mother, like kids."

Jaanvi started jumping around them two, dancing and clapping her hands with a laugh. An evil laugh. "And I will enjoy! Because my mum isn't the culprit! She was the victim!"

"Jaanvi." Kiaan cried. His broke voice drew her attention, she looked up at him, tears in both of their eyes. He walked forward, joining his hand in a Namaste, begging her to calm down. To spit out the anger. "Please." He took small steps towards her, carefully, as if she was holding a knife to harm herself or him.

"No." She shook her head, like a stubborn kid would do. "N-no! Y-you told me damaged souls aren't dead. What if they were always dead but they just realised it? What now then?" She asked, her lips trembling in sadness, she wiped and licked her tears.

"Please." He didn't know what to say, he was numb. He wanted to be careful with his words, he couldn't imagine what she'd do after hearing a triggering word.

"I-Iaa" He father whispered, falling on his knees. He looked devastated, his twenty-five years old wounds were now once again opened. He felt like everything was repeating, Ishaani's screams, sobs, her voice, her face. And her dead body.

'Ansh save me. A-A-Ansh please.' He remembered what she said before disappearing into the operation theatre. He leaned his back touching the couch. The quiet, shy man let out horrible, loud, painful sobs in front of everyone. His mother took a sharp breath, her heart hurting. Sanjay just froze in his spot, not wanting to believe anything Jaanvi said.

The twins hoped this was all wrong. They couldn't believe it. Maybe she's doing this because I want to marry Dhruv? Rashi thought, wiping her tear.

Kiaan parents both had tears in their eyes. While Roshni was the Ansh's mother, Raj ran to support a broken heart friend. A friend who broke down every night but today was horrible. Aditi cried in Kajal's shoulder while both the brothers couldn't understand the whole situation. All they saw around them were tears from everyone. Except the twins. Jay looked emotionless, while Rashi looked determined knowing her mother wouldn't do this.

"Iaa" Ansh screamed, hitting his head with his hands constantly while Raj and Dhruv tried to stop him.

"Don't Ansh. Don't, for Jaanvi. For Ishaani." Raj held his hands tightly, not letting him harm himself. Dhruv held his feet, touching them in sadness and anger.

"Out of everyone, YOU broke my mother the most!" Came the most unexpected voice of Jaanvi. She kneeled down in front of her father, gently pushing Dhruv out of the way. "She married a loser, a-a mute like you! Yet you gave her nothing in return but death! She loved you, so much that she left her family for someone like you and you couldn't even protect her!" Venom dripping from her voice. She pointed the finger at him, hating his face for the first time. Wishing him only pain for the rest of his life.

"You always said 'family should stay together,' what will you do with his family now? This damaged, pathetic, fake, miserable family? Your family's together and now see? You're missing the most important person! Your wife! And you have me-but I hate you! I dread coming near you! Who knows, who knows because of your stupid kindness you'd hand my husband over to death? I pray! I pray that thi-this sweetness of yours becomes--"  She stopped, not being able to say anything too harsh to him. She screamed, causing him to cry as he lowered his head in shame. The girl he loved the most after his wife she said hated him. She hated him. She feared him.

"Jaanvi stop!" Kiaan yelled. He held onto her shoulders from behind, pulling her back, away from Ansh.

"She loved you and you let her die! You were meant to stay with her! She chose you over millions of other guys and look what your kindness did to her ANSH AHUJA! Good! Good that you're mute! Because now you'd understand how badly you fucked up a young women's life! She married a mute like you, and look what she got in return! She could have married an NRI, a doctor! And accountant! Even a shop keeper could keep her face than yo--"

Kiaan slapped her across her cheek, making her shut up. She touched her lip to see blood coming out. Seeing the blood on her fingertips she smiled, she laughed. She laughed, the laugh which everyone heard. "All of your blood is boiling in anger." And that's what she wanted. "Just like mine." Kiaan let his hand fall on his side, regretting what he did but she wasn't stopping. She was causing her father so much pain with her words.

He only had her now.

She looked around to see Rashi looking blank, Jaanvi stood up from the ground, falling again process because of her saree. Once she was standing in front of Rashi, she said the words with drained the colour from her cousins face. "An eye for an eye little sister." She lashed her hands out on Rashi's small throat, trying to crush the living live out of her. Jaanvi purposely turned her right hand around a little to her diamond ring digs into Rashi's soft skin.

"JAANVI DON'T" Aditi screamed, pushing herself up as she held Jaanvi's hand, trying to get it away from a gasping, turning red Rashi.

Rashi coughed, trying to push Jaanvi's hand away but Jaanvi stood on her spot, wanting to end her mother's killer's daughter. To take revenge. "Didi will kill her sister." (Elder Sister) Jaanvi muttered forcing her hand onto her dry throat. Roshni and Kajal tried to pull Jaanvi's hand away but in process Rashi was getting pulled by her throat.

Kiaan jumped up, wrapping his hand around Jaanvi's waist, harshly pulling her back so she stops. "You don't hate her Jaanvi." He whispered in her ear.

"I DO!"

"You don't. You-you're a nice person!" He tightened his hold on her, pulling her back. "Please. Please."

"I'M A HATFUL PERSON! S-SHE KILLED MY MOTHER!"

"She's not Juhi Jaa--"

"RASHII!" They heard a familiar scream making its way into the house. They all heard the juice bottle fell on the floor, creating a thud on the floor. Jaanvi flipped her face, leaving Rashi's neck instantly. She pushed Rashi away, making the breathless girl huff and cough constantly from the lack of air and pain in her throat. Her brother held her up from falling, holding her shoulders firmly.

"Look, look, look." Jaanvi smiled, taking Aditi's, Roshni's, Kajal's, hands of her. She jerked Kiaan's hold from her waist, taking threatening steps towards Juhi. "-Here comes the witch." She stomped her foot on the juice bottle, the heel creating a sharp hole onto the bottle as the juice spreads on the floor.

Juhi's face drained in horror, she glanced down at the juice floating around on the once clean floor. "Don't worry, your blood will flow just like that." A gasp escaped everyone's mouth, but Jaanvi's favourite one was Juhi's. "Remember your god for the last time." She laughed, running her fingers through her messy and fizzy hair.

Married My Enemy

This is a small chapter because I didn't have enough time. Sorry.

I hope it wasn't dramatic. The reason I made Jaanvi behave like an idiot is because she'd mentally and emotionally hurt after finding out she's been blaming herself for the past years for no reason. You could call it a mental break down; it is a big deal to her after all.

Hopefully it was good? Was it realistic? Lol did someone cry?

Next update will be tomorrow, around 10 AM in India.


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