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

With each said word, Anahita was feeling her chest growing lighter and happier. It was like confessing to a wall that happened to have gorgeous face, “Every time you would tease me or annoy me, I went to them with complains and they never paid heed, saying I must’ve irritated you because apparently, you were the most shy and calm kid whereas I was the rebel one. And, because of this I started getting angry on everything related to you. I know I was rude to you too but that was because of them. They used to grill me with their expectations. I didn’t like commerce but I had to choose commerce because brainers do that and you deserved a brainer. I wanted to go with pottery making and I was allowed until I chose that as occupation. This was the reason I never did any job because it was like an internal battle with dad that since he didn’t allow me to choose pottery, I’d rather be jobless which now I realize was useless because it didn’t matter.”

“The only option to get free from this torture was to fall in love with someone because I really hoped that dad would understand me and no matter how bullshit-y he had been with favors, he wouldn’t let me down. And, that’s when I met Mukund. He was the first person to propose me and I didn’t waste a time to accept that. I thought that he was my guardian angel who has come to my life to save me but guess what? I was wrong as always.” She let out a mirthless laugh, “I forced myself to love him and kept convincing that I loved him so that when dad meets him, I could unfailingly fight with him but that twat…”

“Anahita…”

“Yea, yea, I am sorry, language.” She held her hands up and snickered, glimpsing at him, “But, hey, he deserves that. So, I kept pestering him to marry me and he kept dodging the topic. Then, here you entered in the story. You came back and dad decided to get us engaged. I thought I could convince Mukund later on but dad had to know about that. So, I told them everything and they were shocked. Mom honestly lashed onto me whereas dad straightforwardly told me that I will have to marry you at any cost. I surmised it wouldn’t be easy for me. So, when I totally failed to convince him. I thought to run away from the home.”

She matched his eyes with apologetic gaze, “I really did. I ran away on the day of our wedding and I would’ve never come back, had he not stood me up. Mukund told me his job needed him and he couldn’t come at the railway station. He suggested I go back to home and pretend to be ashamed.”

“Why did he suggest that?” Yuvraaj asked for the first time she started narrating.

“Because, he thought it would lead to two options – one, my dad will agree to our marriage realizing that I really loved him or two, he’ll get me marry to you which was also a way out. I just had to give you divorce and leave with him but that didn’t involve these five weeks. He said he’ll come and get me just after two-three days but once I married you, he called me again to tell me that he wouldn’t be here for next few weeks. Five weeks, precisely.”

"I am sorry, I shouldn't have married you." Yuvraaj said, dejectedly and she shook her head, laughing. “Are you mad? Thank god, we got married because I can’t even imagine how my life would’ve been with that punk who has no spine. It was entirely his idea and he still blamed me for kissing you. You, my husband. Such a leech and I was blind to this because I wanted to get away from you. God!!! I would’ve never forgotten myself.”

She held her forehead, envisioning the horror and sighed, “But then, I wouldn’t have known you. I wouldn’t have known how loving, caring and honest you are. I wouldn’t have fallen for you, I wouldn’t have come to trust you and I wouldn’t have imagined my whole life with you. So, that’s why I now believe in this marriage because I believe in you.”

She bowed her head down and kissed his cheek, “I really love you. And, I am fine if you don’t want to make love now because I don’t want you to think that I need you only for my physical pleasure, for my love is deeper than that.”

She smiled and pressed a firm kiss on her lips, allowing him to push a hand on her back and ravage her mouth with dedication. Her confession got his insecurities washed away and he was sure she – they both – wouldn’t regret the math. He broke the kiss and ran his thumb on her lips, learning the ridges and plump.

“Anahita…”

“Mm-hmm…”

“Just so you know I will not mind even if you use me for physical pleasure.” He instilled his brewing gaze into hers, “because you’ve no idea how much I want to pleasure you.”

“Then, what’s stopping you?”

No sooner than she asked him, his lips molded hers in a kiss that conveyed his emotions, feelings and desperation to her precisely. She could so much just as wriggle before he towered over her and blanketed her, investing his hands to crawl over her breast, cupping them through her top.

Her fingers worked onto his t-shirt and pulled it over his shoulder. They briefly moved apart to discard the t-shirt before nailing down each other’s body again. Yuvraaj was in a rush to kiss her that his lips skimmed along her jaw to her throat and before she could held onto his head, making him stay there, he pushed his face into her shaped tits and nuzzle, causing her to arch off the bed.

His fingers tweaked her already pebbled nipples until they became taut enough to slice the air. She drew her palm into her mouth to muffle the moan as he teased her sensitive flesh. Shivering in anticipation, she permitted him to haul her until she was sitting on his lap and grinding against his raging boner. She bracketed his face to dominate the kiss but failed as he caught her hands, brought them behind her back and clasped them in his wrist.

He pushed his head away and took in her disheveled state, her face was glowing pink, her lips red and swollen, strands of damp hair sticking to her neck and her eyes – those beautiful puddles of brown – dark and dilated with lust. He peered in them to find himself mirroring in same position as hers.