Chapter 11- Bedroom?

Shanvi.

So Soft. I happily turn my face toward the soft fingers touching my face. So good.

Kiyansh.

I look at her small pink face it's even more beautiful than the juliet flower she loves.

Shanvi.

The smell of woodpines and chocolate grapples my senses. I stir. I open my eyes and see the brown sunshine haze staring at me.

Kiyansh.

Her turquoise blue eyes stare at me, petrified. Her eyes feel like ocean. They are so deep, so beautiful. It's enchanting.

Shanvi.

What is he doing here? Am I dreaming? But my eyes are open. And it feels so good.....

Kiyansh.

She gets up flusteredly. Surprised. I love when she is surprised and smiles.

" What are you doing here? " Her groggy eyes are filled with half sleep. But they are alert indeed as still as ocean and I know better, the waves can move anytime.

" I am here to take you to the match. And to apologise. "

Her mouth turns sad. " You don't need to. It's your choice. I dont care. "

I want to shake her to shout at her and say that's the only thing I want from you. To care. But I am undeniably calm when I answer her, " It's still my mistake. I was asking you for marriage and the second you said no , I talked about other women. "

" You always do. "

" You always talk about other women that's what I was trying to make you understand. I am never an option. Never was never will be. I am just your friend. " She tries to smile but looks like she is going to cry.

I can fight the world for her smile and here I am making her cry. Stupid. I am so stupid. Why can't I ever actually explain myself to her. I wanna tell her. She was the only one for me, always has been , I just wanted her to give us a chance to care but she never did. It killed me but I didn't want to impose my feelings on her.

How can I explain to her she just had to utter a word and I would never even look at another women ?

" Shanvi .."

Shanvi.

His voice comes out in pained whisper. I know it's filled with pity for me.

I heap up my burning throat somehow. " I told you, you don't have to explain. I am just glad that you understood it yourself."

Kiyansh.

My throat clogs up. Why the hell is she so stubborn. I never feel like I can't say what I want to.

I make sure I don't have to. People listen to the snap of my fingers. They listen to my every command.

But not her. You never can't handle her.

My hands fidget. It itches to touch her and tell her that I can't survive without her. That it's crossed my limit. That I can't take anymore. That I can even bow down to the floor for her.

Shanvi.

" You are important for me and that is the reason you are going to marry me. I am not letting you go. " He is so stern when he says it, it's like he is commanding his employees.

" I am not one of your employees. " I grit my teeth.

" You are not. That's what I have been trying to tell you. Why are you so stubborn. Why are you not listening to me. I know that you don't love me. I feel like you even hate me now. I know that I am not any actor. But I am well damn good. Can't you for once consider my feelings towards you? " His face is completely red as if he is struggling to breathe.

" I can't consider my feelings for you? What feelings? You never considered my feelings. " I throw the pillow on his head. " You are such a shit I hate you. "

The doors to my bedroom are open again. And I see the frantic faces of my parents. They look like characters from a horror movie. As if a ghost is chasing them and they came for rescue to my room but found another ghost in here.

They stare with horror. Another pillow on my hand ready to barge on Kiyansh's head.

" What are you both doing? " My father stammers inside the room with catious steps, my mother following him in her designer nightgown.

" Are you hitting him!? Shanvi. " My father's eyes are on my hands holding the pillow.

" She hit on my head. " Kiyansh feigns an innocent face as if I hit him with a bullet.

" My God. I am so sorry. " My mother looks embarassingly at Kiyansh. " Where are your manners young lady!"

I roll my eyes. " He is the one who barged into my room unannounced. So I thought he was a hefty burglar. I don't tell them the hefty burgler was moving his fingers on my face and I was enjoying it.

My mother gapes at me. While my father looks at me with a sudden proud face.

"He was not unannounced. He asked me. " I scowl at my mother. And I take a side glance at Kiyansh to find his smirking face. Arrogant asshole. I twich when I realise that , that Arrogant Asshole's fingers were making me feel.....ughhh stop thinking about his fingers.

" Okay young lady enough. You get up and get dressed and meet us all for breakfast. Your father is jumping up and down since morning. I don't know what's so much interesting in cricket. "

Both my Father's and Kiyansh head turn objectively in her direction. And she raises her hand and hits softly on my father's chest. " Let's go. Your daughter is crazy like you. "

" No she is crazy like you. " They both rant and go out of my room.

And that's when I realise. Shit. Morning breath. I stumble away from Kiyansh and look into other direction. " Now go. I have to change. "

I hear him snicker and his shoes tapping on the floor. Then he opens the door clicking it shut. I sigh and turn my head.

I get up from bed sighing. We had a fight and this time he came to me. Good.

I brush my teeth, shampoo my hair and shower with my favourite vanilla bodywash. Then I apply baby oil over my body, it's a sacrosanct. I open my overnight bag and take out a white lace top. I grin at the low cut black jeans and apply some mascara leaving my lips to my natural color and applying nude lipgloss. I match it with my white Converse and hop downstairs. Leaving my short hair open.