Married My Enemy (#1 Rajput)

45- Valak Loves Jaanvi

Jaanvi's reaction to Kiaan's  'Then what am I here for?' comment.  (JUST LOOK AT HARSH'S FACE WHEN JENNY WALKS AWAY! UFFFF)

Started Typing On - 8/01/2019

Chapter 45- Valak Loves Jaanvi

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Jaanvi's Pov:

It's been just around eighteen hours in this different world yet I already feel the satisfaction of living here. It's a huge thing when I think about this because I never planned on living outside of India. But now I don't want to go back to India. Once we're back after the remaining nine days left I'm sure Kiaan would be busy with his work again and I'll be busy with the café. Our lives wouldn't move on. Our relationship wouldn't move to the next level. That's what I thought.

I was washing the dirty dishes right now. Everything was washed expect for the two bowls. Kiaan must have woken up from the wrong side of the bed-No, he slept on the plane, so there wasn't any bed. Well, whatever but he's got this sudden urge of helping me around. I don't know why.

Maybe he finally accepts how much of an asshole he was in our childhood.

"Witch." He muttered, his tone as if he was thinking about this for a long time. I closed the tap off looking at him with my narrowed eyes. Did he just call me a witch because I called him an asshole? But didn't I say it inside my head?

Seems like he's done a PHD in understanding my expressions. His shook his head quickly, assuring me that whatever I was thinking was wrong. Putting the remaining Paneer curry inside the fridge he finally spoke, "Movie. We should watch a witch movie. You like horror, don't you?" he passed me his signature smirk.

I sighed remembering my own words few minutes ago. Because of the time difference I couldn't sleep even though it was already ten forty five PM. Kiaan on the other hand had jet lag but he said he's been used to it for a long time. Getting bored easily I suggested we'll watch a movie.

I asked him, 'suggest some movie names,' about fifteen minutes ago and now he's answering my question.

"Y-yeah, I like horror movies." I defended myself against his nasty, annoying, brutally mean smirk. I like horror movies, in fact I love them but I get scared. I'll watch them but when it comes to using the bathroom alone-obviously alone like every other day but I get scared.-I'm always worried that if I look in the mirror I'll see a witch smiling at me, showing her yellow teeth, ready to pull my soul away.

Now that's scary.

Knowing how much Kiaan enjoys teasing me I knew he'd choose a horror movie, with an excuse of 'you like horror movies.' It's ok, I'll watch it with a shit scared smile on my face.

"Ok, we'll watch The Witch, oh wait." He paused putting his hand on his lips thinking deeply. My eyes quickly diverted from his eyes to his lips. Concentrating on them-probably looking like a pervert-I bite down my own, so my mouth doesn't open in an 'O' shape. No drool should fall of or I'd die in embarrassment. 

His natural red lips looked so kissable. Not that I cared or wanted to kiss them but, damn.

I wonder how many girls kissed him. Or how many girls he kissed. I wonder what he uses on his lips to look so soft. Can someone lips be a turn on? Is every guys lips supposed to be soft or is it just him? Last piece?

No, Dhruv is the last piece from his family. I slapped my head, shaking my head violently. Oh lord. That came out wrong. Dhruv is like a brother to me. But does he have soft lips as well like Kiaan?

"So done?" Kiaan voice broke my train of thoughts, like always.

Thinking he meant, 'done' as in for the dishes I nodded, drying my hands with the little kitchen towel.