Five Weeks by Shruti Omar (any book recommendations .txt) 📕

Fuck!! What the hell did you do, Anahita???

“Liza,” She held her shoulders and pulled her in tight embrace, amazing the couple. “I am so sorry for being harsh. And, I am so happy to know that you're married. Wish you all the happiness in the world." She grinned, dancing her gaze between them, "Just stay happy and don't fight for any stupid reason because that’s truly stupid. Also, Elizabeth don't doubt on Konstantin at all because sometimes, we girls gets really brainless.”

Confused, they stared as Anahita darted towards the villa to shower her husband with her pent up love and adoration. She sprinted up the stairs and stopped with her hand raised to press the bell. She scrunched up her face and slid against the door, “What am I doing, man? He’ll eat me raw and won’t even burp after that if I get before his eyes.”

"I…I can make an excuse of changing my clothes." She babbled, looking at her damp clothes, “Yes. I will do that,” She lifted her foot but couldn’t step ahead, whining. “How could I slap him? God!! Why don’t I learn from my mistakes?”

She held her head and shrunk back, closing her eyes to contemplate a way out of this situation. Yuvraaj wasn’t famous for his temper and she had just wounded a lion, now he must’ve been pacing around, leaving disaster behind him along with his footsteps. On top of that, she left him alone to sulk without even attempting to apologize. He’ll definitely eat her.

“Can he hit me?” she catechized with herself and frowned, “No no. I don’t think so. He’s not that… can he really hit me?” She whimpered, whacking at her thighs and slowly got up. She faced the door and sucked in encouraging breath, “Come on, go in.”

She twisted the doorknob and was surprised to find the door open. Fear settled within her as she was greeted with the eerie silence. She glanced around to spot him but the living room was empty. Gulping, she tiptoed towards the bedroom and hoped he’d not get mad just as soon as he saw her. She was scared, nervous and worried in that particular order. She pushed the door open and her heart sank as she observed the tidy surroundings.

That meant he has kept his anger bottled up. Will that lead to self-harm? Oh god!! Anahita slapped a palm over her mouth, dreading the predictable. She would’ve been glad, had he just turned the room upside down because, at least, in that way, he’d get his frustration out and she wouldn’t be the sole object to bear his wrath. Not to mention, he hated darkness and there wasn’t any light in the room except moonlight.

She penetrated further and screeched, toppling over something hard. Her heart thudded in her chest rapidly as she quickly scrambled to get to her feet and flicked on the lamps, gasping as she looked around.

The room was cataclysmic in its all glory like a typhoon had just passed through the room, leaving everything scattered. Her eyes flew from their suitcases to the thrown bottles of deodorants, perfumes and body-lotions. The mattress was tossed on the floor and the cushions were tamped in the corners. She did a quick review of the hotel property and thanked god that he hadn’t damaged that. Not that drastically, at least.

Despite the terror, she was somewhat relieved that he had vent out some of his frustration because it meant he wouldn’t livid to the point where he could kill her but… that was just an assumption. Her restless gaze fluttered around to notice him on the deck – his back facing the room and she released the breath she had held since she entered the room. He was leaned on the balustrade, watching the ocean and his muscles were tensed,

She skulked closer to him, slid the door open and swallowed before stepping on the deck, “Yuvraaj!” She called him softly and watched him loudly exhaling. She could say he was trying to calm himself and she was mentally encouraging him to keep that on.

Yuvraaj had already heard her falling on the suitcase when she entered the room but didn’t turn. He wasn’t just ready to see her – he wasn’t ready to see her ever – because he was boiling in anger and it would be hard to not pour that on her. He was feeling strangely emasculated because his wife dared to slap him and he didn’t teach her a lesson for that. He could’ve slapped her back but he wasn’t that man to use force over a woman, even though she deserved every bit of it.

“Yuvraaj!” She called him again and he gripped the wooden bar so tightly that his knuckles turned white. She heard the footstep shuffling closer and he whizzed out, making her skid to a side. He tramped inside the room, threw open the bedroom door and moved to get out but she followed him on her heels, catching on his arm. “Yuvraaj, wait.”

“Leave my arm.”

“No, wait. I just…”

“What the hell are you doing here?” he roared, snatching his arm back and glared at her. She pressed her lips together, blinking nervously and swallowed. “I left something here."

“Got that? Now, get out.” He pointed at the door. She scrutinized his angry face with unadulterated emotions and shook her head. She stepped closer, declining to look away from him and smiled dolefully, “It is you I left behind. I came to get you back.”

His features softened to the minute before he frowned. His eyes warmed up even though he maintained his glower at her, crossing his arms. “I didn’t get the joke.”

“It wasn’…”

“I am not interested in listening anything. Get out because I paid for this suite.” He stressed, snapping his fingers before her and pointed at the door. “Out.”

She pouted, making a puppy face and slowly held her ears with such innocence in her eyes that Yuvraaj stunned for a moment, “Sorry yaar.” She looked at him with twinkling eyes, “I know you are angry and I won’t complain if you take that anger out on me but please hear me out.”

“You won’t understand, right?” He seized her arm harshly and dragged her out to the living room, ignoring her protest and pushed to the door, “Get out before I do something I regret. LEAVE!!”