Married My Enemy (#1 Rajput)

24-Crowded By Smart People

Imagine she is getting up from the mattress instead of the table.

Typed On - 17/11/2018 - Finished typing on - 17/11/2018

Chapter 24-Crowded By Smart People

The newlywed is quite smart, though people don't think the same because of her bluntness. Jaanvi is a complete mess. Her face is red due to crying her eyes out, her eyes are tired because of the lack of sleep and her posture is slacking—something that signals towards a harsh event. Her father can't see this. He'll blame himself, like always. And he's not to be blamed for this. Kiaan is.

Her eyes are giving up. If she spots a public bench she'll end up sleeping there without hesitation. It's still too early. Too early for Jaanvi to be awake despite all the remaining rituals she did till late at night. All night she kept tossing around, she has trouble sleeping in new places quickly—in adjusting, however, her worry for Kiaan—where he was and why he chose not to step inside his room—was the main reason behind her sleepless night.

I was worried about him and he didn't care at all. So ungrateful. For the first time. Jaanvi admits she was having trouble staying calm because she was concerned about him. That explains. I'm a human, he isn't. Bloody monkey. She smiles a little to herself. No, Jaanvi. You're angry with Kiaan. No smiling.

She stands by the road, wipes her eyes, rubs her face and sniffs her tears away. A taxi driver makes eye contact with her—from far away—asking if she needs a ride. No, I'm just recording a YouTube prank video to become famous. Her sarcastic mouth stays shut but she nods.

The taxi's slows and comes to a complete stop. Jaanvi asks if he'd be willing to drive her to her destination, he agrees so she jumps into the backseat. She's going to her café. Her safe and secure place. Her second home. A place that wants her as much as she wants it.

It's Saturday today—she got married on a Friday—and most of her employees will come late because it's the weekend and, well, she gave them a few hours late to start since all of them stayed back late for her wedding.

Café is the best choice. She can eat something quickly—make herself something—and catch some sleep before visiting her father in an appropriate time. Twenty minutes later—due to the traffic—Jaanvi reaches her café and quickly unlocks it with the key, runs inside, fetches for some cash and hands it over to the driver.

Thank god I had the key inside my phone case.

Making sure to lock the door, she steps inside the kitchen. Her hungry gaze travels around the kitchen to find something left over from the day before and stops at the cake. The fresh delicious cake baked by her pastry chef. Oh my god. CAKE! She licks her lips.

Jaanvi washes her hands and face before cutting an even slice of the cake and starts eating it as she stalks into the storeroom with the plate and spoon in her hand. Mouth munching.

Her store room's like an office for her. It has a mattress in the corner balanced on the wall which she just needs to pull down and lay on. The twenty-five year old personally bought a mattress for this room because she always stays here at night whenever she fights—disagreement—with Ansh. Everyone in the family knows this is her favourite place.

Though it has stacks of extra chairs and table on the right corner and extra ingredients packets sitting inside boxes which makes the room a little old fashioned but it does the job of cooling down her anger.

She can hear some noises from outside of people fighting and talking unnecessarily loud. Irritated Jaanvi locks the storeroom door to block all the noise and shuts the windows and lays on the mattress, falling asleep.