Married My Enemy (#1 Rajput)

91- News

Guys, I understand this Jaanvi isn't very sweet but she's in depression and I can't just make her all normal in like two chapters, that won't be realistic. And I like real-type books. I want to show how she gets over it if that makes sense?

Started Typing On 28/03/2019

Chapter 91- News

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Jaanvi's Pov:

The voice was still fresh in my head, so fresh that it felt so real. As if Juhi was talking to me again. Why did she call? Where was she? I was turning of the stove, arranging the pots into it's place. Yeah, didn't exactly know but I've got some humanity left. For Kiaan the least. I felt bad. I guess it's only him who I even bother thinking about now. I was putting the lunch into the dining table, wiping my forehead which had some flour on it. The plates were arranged in place, on the right time came Kiaan walking into the house with some plastic bag in his hand.

He was in his own little world, muttering something underneath his breath but stood still in shock seeing me. I looked behind me, making sure he's even looking at me or not. Once I was sure as hell, I raised my head, asking him 'what?'

He just shook his head, grinning happily. He dropped the plastic bag on the couch, approaching me. I didn't even have to ask him to sit down on the chair, he did it himself getting the point after seeing the plates and spoons for us. "You cooked?"

I just nodded. I was still getting use to too much talking. 'Be careful with your words, Jaanvi.' And I was doing exactly what he had told me once. I sank down on my chair, putting some rice into my plate in silence. It was after a long uncomfortable silence when Kiaan broke it.

"Sorry I was late. There was traffic then I met a friend on the way." He explained, putting the spoon filled with rice and lentils into his mouth, once having a full mouthful he started chewing with his gaze still on me. Daring or wishing me to speak. I just nodded in return.

He cleared his throat, reaching out for the water glass. I kept my fingers gripped around the spoon, just playing with it. Should I tell him? He should know. He's the father but he won't let me abort. He wouldn't, I'm sure of it. "What's bothering you?" He questioned, gulping down the whole glass of cold water.

I raised my head up, tilting towards him with a pale face. I just shook my head, losing the ability to lie anymore. My lips parted to speak but nothing came out. Of course his doubt was stronger now because of my stupid behaviour. "Nothing." I managed to slip it out.

"Can we please talk? Your face turned pale as if you're pregnant and I'm telling you to kill the baby." The first sentence he said it in a serious frustrated tone but the next half of the sentence he let out an awkward chuckle. Why? To make me feel better? Well, that didn't work.

"N-no i-I umm." My guilty gaze fell on the plate with untouched food. The spoon kept playing around, thinking what I'd say next. "I read the book. Thank you for getting me those."

He seemed astonished to hear me speak so much after so long. "Y-yeah, no problem." He smiled. "What one did you read?"

"Dark Water." I replied. I wasn't lying. I did end up reading it. Mainly because it was about a seven-year-old girl getting murdered. "The story was horrible." His eyebrow raised up, unhappily. "No, like I loved it but it made me sad. Poor Jessica, she was only seven." That's true. I did feel bad. Doesn't make sense to my own self, I'm willing to kill my own baby but at the same time I'm feeling bad for Jessica. Perhaps the book helped me take my mind of my own situation.

"Yeah. I hate Jessica's mother. All her fault." He replied with hint of annoyance. "How careless. What's the point of having kids if you don't spend time with them? Then why say 'I crave her love.'" He finished of hid food, leaning back on his chair with his leg crossed on his knee.