Married My Enemy (#1 Rajput)

58- 'Actual Fight'

(Jaanvi to Kiaan after they patch up)

Ps, this fight was needed so Viaan (Kiaan and Jaanvi) understand the different aspects of each other.

Started Typing On - 16/02/2019

Finished Typing On - 17/02/2019 (3.52 PM)

Chapter 58- 'Actual Fight'

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Jaanvi's Pov:

'And then Hero?' I questioned my father, putting my head on his lap. There was different comfort in being around my father. I'm not someone who enjoys hugs. It's strange because I do like them, depending on who I hug, but at the same time I don't like them. Hugs can be awkward at times but I felt happy, calm, as if everything is fine around me every single time I hugged my father or laid my head on his lap like a little kid.

'semmme' he whispered, gently soothing my hair. I closed my eyes as my body relaxed. (Same)

'What same? Not every princess finds a prince, and definitely they don't live happily ever after Hero.' I snorted, in a duh tone. I mean, in this century family hates family, then how can someone live in peace?

'Jaave.' Came his now irritated voice. I sighed holding his hand in mine. Even though I wasn't a kid anymore I asked my dad to read me bedtime stories. It helped me feel alive after all the work stress, I felt like a kid. Again. But he seriously always ruined the ending, 'they lives happily ever after,' bullshit.

'And then the princess marries her prince and lives happily ever after. Now sleep otherwise you'll have big bags underneath your eyes, then no guy would marry you. Being single all your life will kill you, leading you into stress and weight lose the---' my blabbering was cut off by someone shaking my body.

"Let me finish Hero's lecture at least." I mumbled getting annoyed as I snuggled close to the blanket. Who made morning? I don't like you Sun God, I like Moon.

"I made tea Jaanvi." I heard Kiaan's voice after a yawn. "Don't waste my hard work yaar." (Dude/Pal) he requested. Feeling the mattress dip from his weight I knew he's not going to let me sleep. Groaning once loudly, I rose up, covering my yawning mouth.

Kiaan was looking at me as if he saw some long lost beauty. It made me blush into the darkest shade of red but  I have to be honest that I liked it. Who wouldn't like their husband looking at them like this? The need to stop blushing was so high that i made a comment so he'd look away or least sit rather than just gaze at me, smiling.

"Planning to kill me?" I don't know if it was supposed to come out as a joke or not. It was one of those moments or strange situations where someone has to speak up, so I did. His normal-which I don't see much-smile was replaced by his lips turning into a thin line. Not happy. Kiaan reached out to the bedside table, putting his tea there before standing up.

He was going outside.

I quickly held his elbow, stopping him from wearing his slippers. "I didn't mean it like that." To be honestly, honest, I don't know what exactly I meant or what I was implying on from my comment. I pouted, shrugging my shoulders hoping he'll understand.

He sighed first, before quietly sitting down on the bed next to me. Taking the mugs into our hands, we both sat down in silence. Uncomfortable. I took the first sip of the tea, no regretting it at all. It was strong, the right amount of milk-not too much, or too less-the perfect taste, from my preferences.

"It's nice." I broke the long silence. He took his eyes away from the mug, now looking at me. I forward the mug from my lips, indicating what I was talking about. "The tea."