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

The latest word count stats this chapter to be around 3k words long. This is to bid farewell to the most loveable couple. Enjoy it! 

Shit! I crashed someone's wedding. 

This was the first thought that bloomed in Anahita's head as she saw the decorated church. The path leading down to aisle was avenue-d with candles, decorated in decanters and the vault was covered with same flowers she had clutched in her hands. The banister that separated the congregation was laced with flower gild and clusters of lilac bunched at the intervals. There was definitely a ceremony to take place.  

Balloons hung through a thread over the roof and resembled the twinkling stars in dark sky though the reference was completely non contextual, Anahita couldn't help but recall the day she laid on the wooden porch in Yuvraaj's arm.

Yuvraaj! Shit! 

She mentally rebuffed herself on forgetting the way and comically teleporting into a wedding. She twisted her face, turning around to leave and paused, having spotted Yuvraaj standing near the dias. 

"Yuvraaj!" She whispered, loud enough to gain attention of thirty (and counting) people and also, her husband. Yuvraaj flexed his torso to see her and beckoned her with a majestic smile over his lips that made Anahita fall in love with him again. 

Anahita was standing rooted to her place. She couldn't believe her eyes that Yuvraaj planned so much and tricked to bring her there with intentions. 

Intentions of marrying again. 

Tears welled up in her eyes and blurred her vision. Since when the arrogant Prakash turned so romantic? Since when he started reading her mind like an open book? And, since when he started to churn her insides up with his simple smile? 

Overwhelmed, her lips stretched to the hollow of her cheeks, making her thirty two pearls visible and a few tears spilled onto her cheeks. She embraced his warm gaze and ambled to him, entranced. 

This man was intoxicating enough to make her an addict of love. He was the typhoon who could ruin her existence and she knew that he wouldn't have to work much because she already knelt down, submitting. He was her air, her sanity, her faith and her bear.  

With her every forwarded step, her heart paced up and drummed into her ear. Her eyes remained locked to him and everything turned blur. She put her shaky hand in his stretched one as she climbed the dias and stood before him. 

Yuvraaj barred his hands on her waist and pulled her closer, venerating her face. "You ran that day but see I won you. So, are you ready to be mine again?"

Anahita looped her arms around his neck and rubbed her nose with his, simpering. "That's not even a question. I'll be yours again and again. As many times as you want and at as many places as you please." 

Smirking, Yuvraaj rested his head against hers and revealed, "I wished to do it days back but… circumstances didn't let me. Now when you're here, I don't want to do anything but to stare at you."

Anahita giggled, "That was a nice move and I'll be the first bride in history who've walked down the aisle in saree." 

"You are really dunce. I mean you made it easy for me. Flowers? Seriously? What does church has to do with bedroom affairs?" Yuvraaj teased her and she put her head on his shoulder, snuggling. "I believe you so much to blindly accept what you say." 

Yuvraaj looked apologetically at the pastor before kissing the side of Anahiya's face. "Mou. We need to proceed with the wedding."

"Ow. But..." She pouted. "I don't know my vows and anything else."

"Me neither." He shrugged and whispered in her ear, "This old man knows our situation. Fret not!" 

She grinned, distancing from him and chewed on her inner lip, giddily watching him. The pastor begun to recite some verses while the couple kept their eyes locked. 

No matter how they were getting married and under what rituals, their souls had already mated and their hearts intertwined but to get the blessing of higher powers, they did whatever needed.

For a brief moment, past slid before her eyes making her smile dampen. Marriage and bonding mattered so much to Yuvraaj and she always made fun of his emotions by gifting a finicky wife, baseless relationship and tons of hassles. It made the shine in her eyes vanished. She looked down on her feet, feeling her eyes watering again. 

Guilt filled her in. Yuvraaj noticed the change mutely but chose to not say anything to comfort her. By the end the wedding, she would come to know what mattered most to him - he figured. 

It was, is and always will be Anahita and her happiness. Their unison, their love and their insane intimacy mattered to him. 

"Do you, Yuvraaj Prakash, take Anahita Prakash to be your wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony?" Pastor rolled down the much awaited question and Anahita dragged her eyes back to Yuvraaj.  

Her one smile created havoc in his senses and the words slipped past his lips on their own accord. 

"I do."

Tears drained down from her eyes and she frowned, wiping them. She was being way too emotional. Perhaps, some chemical changes happened last night. She snickered at the thought.

"Do you, Anahita Prakash take Yuvraaj Prakash to be your wedded husband, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony?"

"I do."

"Repeat your vows." The pastor solicited. 

Yuvraaj had enough of her distance. His hand raised effortlessly and rubbed thumb on her damp cheek, "I, Yuvraaj Prakash, take you, Anahita Prakash, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better and for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward to till death do us apart."