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Hii mates, I'm writing this in the start bcz I wanted to tell something to my new readers and everyone who doesn't know that I have more than 1 book, I have total 6 books, 5 JayFer fanfictions and 1 my OG book. I'm so happy that you guys are supporting my all books. If any of you are interested in reading more JayFer fanfics so you guys can read them on my profile and if anyone who knows Hindi or urdu can read my OG book, it's name is A Choudhury Empire Saga: Gharoor-E-Jaan Sa Zabt-E-Dil Ka Saffar. If any of you can't find my other books their name is. JAYFER: NEW ERA, We Found Love In Revenge, Grown In Sun Kept In Moon and The Scar They Left Behind. Idk how to get this in words but in simple words the rating of We Found Love In Revenge isn't good like my other books so if any of you want to read it then please check it, personally it's my 2nd favourite of my books. Okie so for now take care of yourselves and bye bye.
(A/N: Ye 2 ajoobain khirkiya tapain gain! 🤣🤣🤣)
Keifer'sPOV
"So, basically, I thought we just came to live here for one day and we were leaving this afternoon, but I forgot that we'll actually be living here. So, I gave the keys to the main butler and told him that at night, he should lock every door," Jay explained, looking at me with wide, innocent eyes.
"Every door?" I asked, my voice rising a notch. She nodded slowly.
"So, what about my ice cream?" she asked, her expression instantly shifting.
"Huh? Jay, we can't get ice cream. We're locked in," I said, turning to face her. She immediately crossed her arms and started stomping her foot on the floor just like a frustrated child.
"Why did you say we could go then? Now I want it!" she demanded.
"Try to understand, Jay—how?" I pleaded, trying to keep my cool.
"I don't know! I just want ice cream!" she insisted. I slapped my own forehead, exhaling sharply. I knew she had been having a lot of mood swings lately, but this was a new level.
"Ok, ok, stop! I'll find a way to get us out," I promised.
She stopped mid-stomp and looked at me, expectant. The problem was, this wasn't even my mansion, so I didn't know every secret corner or exit. I scrambled around, checking the rooms until I found a large window upstairs. If the main gate was on the ground floor, this window was a full story up. Before I could even check the height, Jayjay motioned toward another smaller window down the hall.
"Here is another one," she said. I walked over and shook my head immediately.
"That's way too small, Jay," I said, and she just pouted, looking more adorable than annoyed.
We went back to the first window. I carefully slipped one leg out, then the other, gripping the frame tightly with my hands before dropping down into the garden. I dusted off my hands and looked back up.
"Come on, Jay!" I called out. She looked down at the ground, then back at me, her eyes filled with hesitation.
"Keifer, it's way too high," she called down, her voice trembling slightly. I sighed, trying to stay calm.
"I'll catch you! Just come," I said, opening my arms as wide as I could. She looked at my arms, then at my face, and shook her head.
"No, it's so high!" she repeated.
I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated but determined. I looked around the garden and spotted some wooden boxes resting by the storeroom. I hauled them over one by one, stacking them carefully until I had created a makeshift staircase that almost reached the window ledge.
"Now, step on the box," I instructed, reaching up as high as I could.
"What if it slips?" she asked, clutching the frame.
"Then I'll catch you," I promised. She nodded and slowly stepped onto the top box, holding onto the window frame with her small hands. As she let go to make the final descent, she lost her balance. I moved faster than I thought possible, catching her arm mid-air to steady her.
"Now, carefully step on the other box," I guided her. She followed my instructions as I held onto her arms, guiding her down until her feet touched the grass. She took a second to stand up properly, brushing herself off.
"We made it!" I laughed, looking at her. Jayjay looked down at her clothes, then back at the wooden boxes, and let out a breathless, infectious giggle. The adrenaline of our little escape was hitting us both, turning our frustration into pure, wild energy.
"Okay, ice cream mission: ON," she declared, her mood swinging from 'frustrated' to 'excited' in mere seconds.
We raced toward the main metal gate, only to stop dead in our tracks—it was locked tight from the outside. I scanned the area, then knelt on one knee, locking my fingers together to create a platform for her.
"Now, step on my hands and jump over the wall," I instructed.
She looked at me, tilting her head. "Then how will you jump?"
"I'm taller, I can manage," I replied.
Her eyes narrowed. "Are you calling me short?"
I shook my head vigorously. "No!" I said immediately, then paused, thinking. "I mean... yeah, kind of." I looked up at her, and she had already crossed her arms, raising a single eyebrow at me in that way that usually meant I was in trouble. "I mean—just jump, Jay!" I laughed, feeling flustered.
She burst into laughter, her mood brightening instantly. "You're so confused, okay, okay!"
She kicked off her shoes, set her foot firmly in my hands, and with a graceful push, she vaulted over the wall, landing on the other side with a soft thud. I grabbed her shoes, tossed them over to her, and followed suit, leaping over the wall and landing right beside her.
She slipped her shoes back on, grabbed my hand, and we started running down the empty road like absolute idiots. It felt like we were the only two people in the world.
The streetlights flickered as we sprinted, the cool night air hitting our faces. We didn't stop until we reached the small, glowing sign of the local ice cream shop, which, thankfully, was still open. We were both panting, our hair windswept, and looking completely out of place in our fancy home clothes, but I didn't care.
"I... I want..." Jayjay gasped, still catching her breath, pointing at the menu board.
"One double scoop of chocolate fudge and one mint chip," I told the cashier, pulling out my wallet.
We grabbed our cones and sat on a nearby bench, the cold ice cream a perfect reward for our daring escape. Jayjay took a bite, closing her eyes in pure satisfaction, and for a moment, the silence between us wasn't tense or cold—it was just comfortable.
"You know," I started, watching her, "the butler is going to have a heart attack when he comes back tomorrow and finds the house empty but the windows open."
Jayjay chuckled, a small, mischievous glint in her eyes. "Let him. Maybe next time he'll remember that when I say 'lock the doors,' I don't mean 'imprison us in a fortress.'"
I leaned back, resting my arms behind my head. "You realize we still have to get back inside, right? We can't stay out here forever."
She looked at me, that playful, stubborn look returning to her face. "That's a problem for future us. Right now, I'm busy enjoying my ice cream."
I shook my head, smiling. No matter how much chaos we went through, moments like this—just us, acting like kids, forgetting the rest of the world—were exactly why I'd do anything to keep her. Even if it meant climbing out of a dozen more windows.
"You're impossible, Jay," I whispered.
She leaned her head on my shoulder, her voice softening. "And you're the one who climbed out of a first-story window for me, Keifer. So, we're both a little bit crazy."
I looked down at her, feeling that familiar spark in my chest. Everything had been so heavy lately, but in the middle of a random street at night, with melting ice cream and a locked mansion behind us, it felt like we were finally back to being us.
"Yeah," I said softly, "I guess we are."
"I'm hungry," she whispered, her stomach giving a little growl that made me chuckle.
"So, let's go inside and buy something," I said, and she nodded eagerly. After finishing our ice cream, we headed into a nearby store and began scanning the racks.
"Let's just buy some snacks and drinks," Jay said, and I followed her lead. "Two cans of Coke, two large bags of chips, two triple chocolate cupcakes, and lastly, Skittles," she rattled off. I laughed, grabbing everything she listed.
"You know this won't actually fill your stomach," I chuckled, teasing her.
"I know you'll make food for me once we're back in the house," she said with a cheeky smirk.
We paid for our haul and ran back to the mansion. When we reached the gate, we stopped and looked at it, then at each other.
"So, how do we get in now?" she asked, putting her hands on her waist.
"The same way we got out," I said. I bent down, and we repeated our little climbing routine. But this time, when she reached the top, she just sat on the wall. I climbed up and sat right beside her.
"What's wrong?" I asked, noticing her hesitation.
"I don't know," she murmured, looking down. "I'm afraid now."
I thought for a moment, then hopped down into the garden first. "Now, jump! I've got you," I said, opening my arms wide. She hesitated for a heartbeat, then took the leap. Her head bumped against my chest as I caught her firmly in my arms. "Alright, now we just need to get back inside the mansion."
"In the morning, while I was looking around, I saw a ladder in the backyard. It could help," she suggested. I nodded.
"That would definitely do it." We ran to the backyard, and sure enough, the ladder was right there. I heaved it against the plain wall of the mansion—it was a long ladder that reached all the way to the roof. I started climbing, and Jay followed close behind. When I pulled myself onto the rooftop, I reached down and gave her my hand. She accepted it, and I pulled her up beside me.
We both collapsed onto the roof, exhausted, looking up at the night sky while still holding hands. I was still clutching our bag of snacks in my other hand. I handed it to her, and we began to eat, sharing the food in a complete, comfortable silence.
After we finished, I stood up and started searching the roof for an opening. "Found it!" I shouted, and Jay hurried over.
"Okay, we just need to jump in," she said, ready to dive through the opening. I quickly grabbed her arm, stopping her.
"Do you want to break your bones?" I asked. Her cheeks turned a bright, embarrassed red. I walked over to where the ladder was, pulled it up from the ground, and carried it over to the opening. I slid it down inside, then climbed down first so I could reach up and help Jay get down safely.
"Careful now... just there," I whispered, guiding her as she stepped on the ladder.
Jayjay'sPOV
As Keifer helped me down the ladder, my foot slipped on the last rung. I tumbled forward, landing squarely against him. His head hit the floor with a dull thud, and I found myself pinned partially under his arm. I turned my face, and suddenly, I was met with his intense gaze. I could feel my cheeks burning so hot I felt like I could fry an egg right there on the floor.
We both stood up slowly and carefully, not wanting to trip again—it would have been embarrassing, though I was glad I could at least hold his gaze without wanting to run away. I dusted off my clothes while he did the same, but my eyes caught movement near his wrists. His knuckles were scraped raw, and they were bleeding.
"Keifer, your hand!" I gasped, pointing to the mess of blood and dust.
He glanced down at his hand, frowning. "It's nothing, I'll just wash it off."
"No, you're going to wash it, and I'm going to find the ointment and bandage it," I insisted. He nodded, and we headed toward the washrooms. I grabbed the first-aid box from the cupboard and met him in the living room.
He sat on the sofa, and I gently took his hand in mine. As I dabbed the antiseptic on his skin, he flinched. It wasn't just a surface scratch; the skin had actually peeled away.
"I'm being gentle," I whispered, blowing softly on his hand to soothe the sting.
"I know," he murmured, his eyes fixed on me instead of the wound. After finishing the first hand, I took the other one, carefully applying ointment to his knuckles.
"Okay, maybe I should cook something for us today," I decided, standing up to put the first-aid box away. I headed to the kitchen, my mind racing with recipes, when I felt a presence at the door. It was Keifer.
"Let's make steak," he suggested, already reaching for the heavy pan. I shrugged, pulled out the spices and oil, and set to work preparing the beef.
Once the beef was seasoned, I turned the stove on. I carefully picked up a piece of meat to place it in the sizzling pan, holding a large plate in front of my face like a shield in case of an oil splatter.
"Ahh!" I shouted as the oil popped, splashing against the wall instead of me.
"Come here, let me," Keifer said, stepping in. I moved to the stool, watching as he took over the stove, his movements steady and calm while he finished cooking the steak.
As Keifer took over the cooking, I leaned against the counter, just looking around our new kitchen. It felt strange and exciting to be in such a familiar space in such an unfamiliar way.
"Are you afraid of hot oil?" Keifer asked suddenly, glancing at me as he flipped a piece of beef.
I turned to him, surprised. "Why?"
"Because first you were hiding your face with a plate, and then you shouted the second the oil popped and splashed on the wall," he reasoned with a playful grin.
I bit my lip, feeling a little shy. "Yeah, kind of. I've never really stepped in the kitchen before. When I was with Kuya Angelo, he made all the food. When I came back, Mama or the maids did it. Then, when I went out of the country, Ella cooked for me, and after that, it was always Aries, Percy, Mama, Papa, or the maids. I've never been near a hot pan in my life! I'm honestly terrified—what if the oil pops and splashes on our faces?"
Keifer chuckled, shaking his head. "You know, you overthink a lot."
I giggled, realizing how silly I sounded. "Thank you!"
We both burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the kitchen. It was the most normal we'd felt in days. A few minutes later, as he placed the steaming plates on the table, I couldn't help but clap my hands. The steak looked incredibly juicy and delicious.
"Thanks baby!" I said while eating happily as he chuckled.
The End 🌸.
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