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

“Don’t snoop,” Yuvraaj warned her, shielding the cabinet drawer as he put the tickets in the envelope and hid them in the deepest corner. He shut the slider and peeked at Anahita who was unwillingly doing his packing, twisting her lips.

“Huh! You don’t have to hide them,” she let out a dramatic sigh and folded his shirt, faking a dull look, “I know I will not be able to cancel our trip because I have learnt that I can’t win over you. So chill!”

“Really? That’s good.” He appreciated, smirking at her and scrutinized her with skepticism. He knew she wouldn’t give up easily – he knew her so well.

“Okay then, good night.” She yawned, covering her mouth and slipped under the quilt, pulling it over her head, “I am really sleepy tonight.”

“Good night!” he wished, lying beside her and switched the lamps off. His mind did still not believe that she would give up, without fighting hard but he rolled his eyes, knowing she still wouldn’t win this battle and drifted off, peacefully.

Somewhere in the midnight, Anahita jolted up and looked at the sleeping figure beside her. His calm, deep breath informed her that he was soundly asleep. Smirking, she wrenched the quilt away and tiptoed to the cupboard. She carefully slid the door open and rummaged the document drawer for the tickets, keeping a vigilant stare on Yuvraaj. She almost screeched in delight to find the tickets and jumped on her toes, muffling her grin under her palm. She took out the tickets and fanned them.

“No tickets,” she whispered, tearing the tickets in two pieces and dusted off her hands, putting them back in the envelope. “No honeymoon!"

"Well done, Anahita, good work!" She patted her back, keeping the envelope back in drawer. She strolled to Yuvraaj and folded her arms, watching him sleeping peacefully. She bent and snapped her fingers before his eyes. He didn’t react and she whistled out soft breath, kneeling beside him, she placed her elbows on the mattress and cupped her face, “Look at this innocent face!! Who will say this deliciously sexy face hides a monster behind it?"

"Tch tch tch poor husband, how much you wanted to go for the honeymoon, right? But baby, tickets are WHOOSH, how will you go now? Ha!" She talked, animatedly and scowled, “I told you, don't mess with me but no, you have to do it all the time. Like fighting with me is your oxygen but guess what husband dearest, your wife is smart. So, keep sleeping peacefully because I am sure from now on, your nights will be sleepless." She finished, getting up and turned to go but a sudden pull made her screech in horror.

In a second, she was flipped over Yuvraaj and the other moment, she was crushed beneath him. Her eyes widened as she noted he was wide awake, teasing her with victorious look and that he was so freaking close to her. He had cuffed her wrist in one hand while the other was firmly settled beside her face.

"You...you are awake?" Her voice surpassed all the boundaries of surprise.

"Mm-hmm…" he nodded, noncommittally and she gulped. Sure that he probably had seen her tearing the tickets and threatening her, she wanted to make an excuse but…wait, how did it matter now? It didn’t.

Her lost confidence resurfaced and she managed to grin, “Whatever! I've torn the tickets, so, by no chance are we going tomorrow."

Yuvraaj caught her in an adorably, flattering glance and blew at her face, making her shiver and left her wrists. She started wriggling, confronted with the familiar sensations that he always evoked in her and she cringed, "Get off me, you are so heavy."

"Tearing the tickets doesn't certify that you can escape from this honeymoon." He made her known, keeping his chin over hers and subjugated her personal space. His action made them so close that she forgot if it was his breath she was breathing. Their lips were inches apart but his act wasn’t premeditated. Instead, he toyed with her soft, lean fingers. "I've already confirmed the tickets and the ones you torn, wasn’t ours. It was of my last air travel. Knowing you bit to bit, I had hidden them somewhere else."

She visibly sulked, hurt at his betrayal. “That’s not fair, you traitor!”  She lifted her hands to hit him but Yuvraaj caught her hands and kissed her wrists.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Not so soon, baby.” He winked at her, “I am going to sleep now because my wife has promised that I won’t be getting any sleep. She has some crazy, romantic fantasies for us.” he rolled to his side and huffed out, dramatically. “God knows what she has in store?”

She was going to throttle him from back but he turned, making her cease and look away. “Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you that you are smart but your husband is smarter, mou.”

He fueled her brimming anger and the volcano burst. With such lava of oozing out, she gripped his t-shirt and turned him flat on his back, straddling his waist. Yuvraaj numbed in shock and several fireworks erupted within him, stimulating his dormant desires. He attempted to obstruct her but his hands stalled midair as she tilted over him; her face just above his, her fists clenching his t-shirt and the golden streaks of light peeking-a-boo on his face from the curtain of her hair.

“Why don’t you understand that I don't want to go? Why do you have to be so stubborn, Yuvraaj? Can't you just allow me to be the ruler for once? Why are you doing this to me?" she asked desperately, yelling at him. “Come on, answer me!”

With a jerk of his knee, Yuvraaj made her fall flat on his chest and Anahita gasped, realizing her mistake of straddling his lap as she grind against his pelvis. She squirmed to get away and he groaned, flaring at her. “Don’t you move, you fool!”

He switched their positions and knitted his eyebrows, “I have told you several times that don't raise your voice at me. I don't want others to know what goes behind the closed door, understand?"