Married My Enemy (#1 Rajput)

43-Blending For Each Other

           

Started Typing On - 4/01/2019

Finished Typing On - 7/01/2019

Chapter 43-Blending For Each Other

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Kiaan's Pov:

A smile appeared on my face knowing I made Jaanvi blush for the first time. She looked so red, redder than strawberry. Her brown orbs which held my eyes for over minutes were now looking down in shyness. Her lips curved into a smile quickly, once she felt my gaze on her. She was shy, nervous and quiet. I loved this Jaanvi.

She wasn't yelling, screaming or shouting. The air was fresh, quiet and all the negativity had faded to the back of my mind. A few minutes ago I was worried, my emotions were ready to break the wall that was keeping me in check. I could feel that I was losing my control thinking about what Jaanvi, my wife went through all those years. Without a mother.

Right now all I could concentrate on was her blushed face. My dead bird wasn't singing or talking. She was a mute bird right now.

Just silence. Silence surrounding the whole room. I could digest it to be honest. The non-stop chatter box was now sitting quietly looking down like those daily soap daughter-in-law. Oh I'm loving it!

I would prefer this Jaanvi but I wouldn't mind swapping this wife to the roaring lion at times.

This man wants to relax sometimes rather than running around his wife holding a scissor for his defence. My chuckle was on the verge of escaping my mouth, ready to echo in her ears but I controlled it.

I pulled her face a little bit closer. Now our nose clashing in between our faces, creating a wall. She shut her eyes tightly, biting her lips tightly as a gasp left her mouth.

See! Now she acts more like a women! Otherwise sometimes I feel like I've married an egoistic man inside a women's body. Rather than wearing women clothes I haven't really seen her behave like one. Today was the first time I witnesses her blush and shyness, any other day I feel like I'm talking to Anjali from Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. (Movie name)

That Anjali took a shocking change, from tomboy to a very sensible ladylike. I hope Jaanvi doesn't change from wearing women clothes into tomboy, or I'd have to introduce her saying, 'Hello, this is my tomboy wife, Jaanvi.'

I shook my head, blinking thrice before realizing Jaanvi's eyes were still closed, waiting for me to do something or say something. I so wanted to capture this moment teasing her everyday saying, 'See, my twenty-seven year old self was enough to fatter your heart.' 

"Jaan" I whispered lowly with a husky voice. It was just a four letter word but I purposely dragged it so my hot breathe would fan over her face, like wind passing by. She hummed in return, ready for me to speak further on.

"I-I'm hungry." Once again I whispered sounding serious. Jaanvi wasn't naïve, we both knew this for a matter of fact. Her eyes opened wide, putting a brake on my heartbeats. For a moment I thought I heard, 'la la la la,' but I found out it was a begged down the road singing a song.

I loved it how she looked into my eyes with her brown hypnotic eyes and a beautiful smile, leaving a lover boy grin on my face, playing guitars. Not blinking once, Jaanvi quickly blinked from preventing her tears, spilling out.

It was that moment. When I felt my paused heartbeats resuming once again at a faster pace. I could feel my heartbeats increasing and getting lost somewhere inside my chest, with my eyes staring into hers. I took a long deep breathe, boosting my courage for what I was going to say further on, I watched her the fiftieth time today.