Started Typing On - 30/03/2019 (8:50 PM)

Chapter 95- Oh Vomit!

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Jaanvi's Pov:

'I'm broken, do you hear me?

I'm blinded, 'cause you are everything I see,
I'm dancin' alone, I'm praying,
That your heart will just turn around'

Unfortunately, my husband doesn't have a heart. And neither does he turn the car around to stop at the pizza hut. It's ok, I'm noting everything down. I told him how badly I wish to eat pizza today but he replied, 'no. it's not good for your health, they use old dough and you are a neat freak? Right? Maybe their hands aren't clean?' He thought reminding me my own rules ad problems of being a neat freak would shut me up. Oh, it didn't.

"But I want to eat it. Turn the car around." I can't believe I'm talking so much. That also because of pizza, I barely eat four slices and I'm practically begging him. "Turn the car around." I tried to sound stern but it came out as a squeak.

"Definitely a bird." I heard him mutter something under his breath, shaking his head but grinning a little. I caught that.

"What did you say?" I frowned, folding my arms across my chest, trying to look strong. Great. You could see the blue veins from my hand till my elbow once I flipped my palms and some above my chest and below my neck, nowhere near strong. Kinda freaking me out but Kiaan hasn't noticed it. Of course he hasn't. I don't even let him hold my hand so noticing the veins is far ahead.

"Nothing." The deep voice said. I wanted to throw him into the sea and then leave him there, sulking. How could he sound so normal and happy after making me all craving for pizza?

"I'll eat one slice." I tried to crack a deal, trying to grin. It came out more of those weird smiles we may give elder uncles and aunties when they question 'can you cook?' and if the answer is an honest no they'd further on add, 'oh lord, what will you feed your husband?' and you-or I be like 'chapal' (Slipper) with an annoyed, frustrated and bitchy smile.

"Doesn't make any difference. Still going inside your stomach." He responded with a tight voice, now the smile was gone of his and mine.

No shit Sherlock, where else would it go? I remained silent, looking out the window seeing all the shops to my right. I turned the music off, glaring at Kiaan. I think he noticed it from the side of his eyes because the next thing he did was clear his throat. "This new girl started working in our company."

And you're telling me this because? It's not the first time he's telling me something like this. In those thirty one days he kept on saying how out-going and chilled out his co-workers are. Once he even spoke about this girl-maybe called Barba, why not just name her Bandar? (Monkey) Apparently she assumed Kiaan was single. Like unmarried. Like solo, like that song Solo by Demi. Like free. Free! He's not free. Like moneywise-price tag wise and generally. I'm not selling away my entertainment for even a one million dollars. So, what I was saying was she tho-

"She's so fit." Why would he empathise 'so' so much? He clearly know I'd look like a ball in few months, well, not that I have a choice. He doesn't make it easy does he? I gulp, taking my offended eyes away from him. I hate how brains work. His comment made me look at my own figure in a judgemental way.

She's like sooooo fit I mimicked, making a bitter face once he left the car to put some petrol in. If a girl praises another man it's all huge like 'don't you dare!' and guys can do anything? So not fair. By the time he sat on his seat I was busy playing candy crush on my phone. If I could get paid for being over one thousand levels I'm sure I'd be rich by now.

"So, I was saying. She's so fi--" his voice was cut off by my vomit. I tried to force down the nausea that had clawed up at my throat but it was too late. My dearly loved salt and vinegar flavoured-now turned into thick yellow-ish watery vomit landed on my husband's shirt. His shirt was sticking to his chest, now all see-through and disgusting.

I raised my hand up to tell his horrified opened mouth face that I'm fine and to shut his mouth but my stomach kept on contracting violently and forcing everything up and out. And I threw up on him again. This time some splashes landed on his chin and on the bridge of his nose. He shut his mouth up quickly in grossness. His lips ready to let out an annoyed, violently angry cry any moment from all the mess. Mostly on him.

I could tell my face was white by now and dripping some left over vomit on my lip. I unbuckled my seat belt with my weak shaky hands. Somehow managing to jump out of the car I let out a strength-worthy breath. The car was suffocating me, this fresh late night breeze was all I needed. Holding my hot and shaky head I took out the water bottle I kept under my seat-which I started carrying around with me at all time now-and splashed the water on my smelly face. I coughed out any remained vomit in the green grass closer to me, wiping my face with the scarf I wore around my cold neck. I could taste the bitter chip flavour stuck to my teeth and gums, not ready to leave anytime soon.

"K-K-Kiaan." I called out for help with my weak voice, I sat down on the grass-away from the vomit, of course-feeling too weak to get up. I wanted pizza. But he wouldn't let me eat it. "Kiaan!" I yelled now. Turning around impatiently I found him nowhere near. I used my hands to lift my body up a little, to my luck it worked and I saw him sitting there, on the drivers' seat with the same grossed out, horrified, and a little bit of cry baby expression.

"KIAAN!" I screamed, coughing because my throat went dry. I picked up the bottle, dropping some water on the floor to let the dirty part leave if there was any vomit stuck on the bottle mouth, once thinking it was good enough to kill my thirstiness I drank it all.

"Oh my god!" Kiaan said like he found some dead body. "I brought this shirt for twenty dollars! Last years! And I wore it once. Oh god, Jaanvi!" He was stalking towards me, the few chunky chips pieces calling on his shoes. Kiaan looked down crying, no tears involved but deeply saddened to see his clothes and shoes. "My shoes! My new shoes! My expensive shoes! My shoes!" Wasn't repeating once fine? I'm not deaf!

"My white shoes! Jaanvi I hate you!" he screamed, hitting the tire with his now yellow looking shoe. "I need to have a shower. A long shower and my clothes. How will I wash it? What do I use? Persil? Tide? Purex? Will it work? Wait! Now I have one less white shoes in my war--" His ranting wasn't stopping. He was talking to himself, freaking out like he's getting caught of hiding some body.

"I need help over here!" I raised my voice, trying to stand up with my shaky hands. Mothers are strong. He looked at me. But stayed where he was, I narrowed my eyes now losing my patience. "Help me up." He didn't move. "Please." I added.

"Why did you vomit on me?" Oh because I felt like blessing you with the goods inside my stomach!

"Why does one vomit? And I'm not even one now!" Is he that mental? I spat out, standing up from the cars support. He didn't even help me up.

"You ruined my shirt and my shoes. That's one hundred and twenty dollars damage." He moaned like an immature kid, I groaned in return. Our argument had no logic, he was acting stupid right now and I couldn't help but reply back.

"And I lost one thousand energy! How will I refill that?" And then I had a valid point. "Get me pizza." I pleaded, showing him best puppy eyes as possible. He stared at me, watching to see the sincere me in my voice, he nodded, agreeing to me but quickly changed his mind noticing his clothes once again. 

"No. Not happening."

I threw the bottle away, glaring at him as I pointed my index finger at him. His shirt was still wet from my vomit but we both seemed to ignore that and argue in the middle of the road like idiots. "It's all your fault!"

"How is this my fault? You ate something stupid." Kiaan snarled

"I ate many stupid and unhealthy food but I never vomited! This is because of you!" I brought my finger closer to his chest, nearly touching but moved backwards with knowing eyes. It smells bad. I scrunched up my nose not liking the smell. He needs to have a shower or bath, whatever.

"And why is that?" His eyes focused on my face, sternly. He walked forward as I walked back to stay away from the smell.

I stepped backwards, still keeping my finger up to warn hi, "You got me pregnant Mr Stupid."

"Oh, wow. I didn't know!" He touched his cheeks, acting all shocked with his mouth open. I furrowed, my lips turning into an angry thin line for his view. "It's your fault as well! I can't impregnate you without you being present!" What is he saying?

I scoffed, "So now it's my fault! It's your fault. You were the one 'I've been waiting. Waiting I'm not a patient or bloody gentle man!' It's not my fault." By now I was screaming into his face and mimicking his voice. I wanted pizza but he wouldn't let me have some.

"Shut up. I'll murder you." He yelled, reaching his large rough hands closer to my neck, threatening me as I step backwards.

"The--" I looked around to get some ideas. "Then be ready to burn me and the baby!" I reminded him, smiling in my head.

"UGH!" He dropped his hand, muttering something under his breath. "After I get the baby you're dead Jaanvi."

"Good. But for these months I'd murder you alive." His threats were all false, so were mine but we both were acting all serious. We were serious but not serious enough to murder each other.

"I should have n--" He started speaking once again with his annoyed voice and I accidentally repeated the task again. I threw large pool of vomit on him, some of it was trailing from my lips that I wiped away furiously from my scarf. I lifted my head, crying in weakness by now. "Give me pizza."

"I give up. I  give up." He muttered, putting his hand up in surrender. "But my jeans. My watch." He cried, bringing his hands closer to his face in order to scratch his gorgeous face in frustration. "JAANVI!"

(Pretend he's looking angry)

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Kiaan was coming out of the shower, the towel wrapped around his lower half. He made an evil face at me, bringing his two fingers to his eyes then at me from distance, indicating, 'I'm watching you.' Obviously because we're in the same room. I had showered an hour ago from Dhruv's room while Kiaan used ours. I was sitting on the bed when I noticed him sniffing himself making me laugh.

"Shut up." Growled Kiaan, opening up the cupboard. I watched as he kept getting irritated with the smell.

"I see the body wash didn't work?" I wanted to sprinkle some salt in his open wounds.

"It did." He murmured, shuffling the clothes around. "I just still remember the sticky feeling. This kid was supposed to support me not you" He turned around looking at me as I laughed hard. I burst out into a loud cackle of laughter as if I've watched the funniest movie a second ago. I looked at his expression to see him crossing his arms, all grumpy like those old men who are easy to piss off.

"L-l-loo-look at your f-f-face." I laughed, trying to stand up to copy his expressions, to show him how priceless it was but I fell on the ground but still writhed with laughed. "'This kid was supposed to support me not you,' oh Kiaan. Children are always on mother's side." My eyes were watering by now from all the laughter rumbling from my heart to my soul. He helped me up, holding my hand to balance me on my feet.

I clutched on his elbow, holding it firmly so I don't fall. I looked up at him with blurry eyes, I was still grinning like mad women. "My baby chose me over you." He smiled. His smile shined like the stars in the sky. And stars were my favourite. It felt like the sun opened it's beautiful bright light to shine in him, to only brighten his prefect white teeth.

"You're right." He made me sit, my hands still on his elbow being puzzled. He kneels down, cupping my face, all this time I was confused. "I'm in favour with the baby." Ok? I felt like a tube light right now. "I can already see you changing. Going back to the immature Jaanvi who spoke about the weirdest and dirtiest stuff." He chuckled at the end, his laugh echoing in the bright room. He was leaning closer to my face.

I wanted to rip my eyes away from him but I couldn't help but appreciate how deep and brown they were. Like mud-brown. I felt my tongue licking my dry lips, and my breath hitching when he was just an inch away from touching my lips. I witnessed Kiaan tilting his face as he moved closer but I moved back, holding his naked shoulder back.

"I-i-I want pizza." He still hadn't ordered me one.

"Jaanvi." He groaned, glaring at me.

"Ok, well," Fine, I'll give up because I have no energy to fight. His eyes lit up, smiling at me as he snaked his hands around my waist. "I'm sleeping. Thank you fo-for being my vomit bag." He blinked, rapidly in front of me. His mouth fell slightly open and loose, his hand moving up in air to try and understand what I meant.

"Wait," And then he realised. He bored his eyes onto mine, looking at me with disappointment and hurt. "You're such a spoilt sport, Ariel."

I nodded, awkwardly. "I am." I agree not knowing what to say. "Good night." I removed his hand from me, shuffling back into my side of the bed to sleep.

"I'll order the pizza." He gave up. Probably feeling bad for not fulfilling my wishes and desire for the vegetable pizza. Or perhaps he thinks I'll kiss him in happiness which I won't do. I'm a bit cracked and stubborn that way. I think. I nodded casually, now showing how excited and thrilled I was inside my head. "Brutal" I heard him before he stormed inside the bathroom, leaving me smiling.

I can tell Jacinda this. She needs to know that I can also smile.

Married My Enemy