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

“Ha. Ha. So funny,”

“No, it was actually lame.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, snickering, “But I've gotten a gift for you. I bet you’re going to love it. This will be your farewell gift.”

“My farewell gift?” she asked. Whatever he was going to gift her, she was sure as hell that she wouldn't like it even the tiniest bit because his face said it all and his unwavering tone was a big telltale.

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After nine hours of exhausted flight schedule and added on travel from Naples international airport to their reserved hotel, Anahita felt that her legs were going to dissipate and her body was going to liquate. 

Her sleep laden eyes made it hazy for her to look ahead and the trolley bag of hers wasn’t less than a devil's punishment. She slowly lifted her eyes to glance at gracefully strutting Yuvraaj ahead of her with his own bag. Not a muscle of his body was looking tensed whereas she was all spasmodic. He was parading as PG3 model, graceful and elegant with a simple motion as eye rub and she looked horrible like a walking corpse.

Sensing stares on her, she was sure her hair made a bird’s nest, she must be raccoon eyed and her face visibly grimaced. She pasted her eyes to the ground and followed Yuvraaj to the lobby, leading to the reception desk.

“Watch!” Yuvraaj caught her arm as she was about to collide with the bellboy, being drowsy and injured foot pained.

“I can't.” She whined, dropping her luggage on the marbled floor. “My vision is too foggy and I feel tons of weight on my lashes to even blink them. My legs are going jelly. I want a bed, right now.” She sniffed, not caring how childish she behaved and leaned onto his shoulder.

“You're saying as if you've been walking all the way from India.” He scoffed, supporting her and helped her in plopping on the couch in waiting area, “Sit here, I'm bringing the keys, alright!”

He waded away without waiting for her answer, well good for her, because she didn't even have the energy to bob her head. She curled up on the couch, supporting her head on the armrest and closed her eyes. She drifted off in nano seconds, snoring inaudibly.

Yuvraaj handled the formalities and swiveled the keys at the bellboy, asking to fetch their luggage in their room before returning to Anahita. His hasty steps slowed when he saw her cocooned on the sofa, sleeping carelessly and his lips twitched up in a smile. He sat on the armrest and gently tapped her shoulder, “Anahita. Get up!”

The process followed itself two three times but it seemed like she was comatose. She refused to budge, let alone reply. Having no options left, he caressed her face and cooed in her ear, “Anahita, get up. We need to go to our room. C'mon, get up.”

She blinked at the interruption and slowly rubbed her eyes before gliding her hands around his neck, abruptly pulling him closer. She murmured in her snooze, “Take me there, I can't feel my legs.”

“Shut up!” Yuvraaj freed himself and pulled her on her feet, “Come with me.” He clasped her hand but before he could drag her, she collapsed on the couch, shaking her head. Her eyes still closed, “I am good here. I am not going to come. Either you take me there in your arms or I am going to sleep here.”

“Fine, then sleep here,” He angered and she dismissed him with a casual wave of. She bent her knees near her chest. Yuvraaj waited for her to move but she didn’t. Defeated, he scooped her up in his arms, letting her head fall over his heart and her arms encircling his neck.

“Anahita Yuvraaj Prakash, you're so going to pay for this.” He muttered totally unaware that she didn’t hear him as she was already asleep. He called the bellboy to open the suite door and placed Anahita on the bed before going to pay the bellboy and locked the suite.

Clapping his eyes on her sleepy figure, he opened the bag and picked out his trousers. He, himself was too exhausted but his saturation level was better than the woman on the bed. Nonetheless, he needed a bath.

Stepping into the shower before striping off his garments, he closed his eyes letting the fresh water cascade over his entire back and forking his fingers through his hair, he shook his head tilting downwards, letting the water trace the outline of his jaw and tip on his chin.

Once contented, he stepped out winding a towel around his waist, dangerously low and grabbed another towel to dry his hair. His habit of changing clothes in the room didn't get objected as the woman – the only girl in his nonexistent romantic life – was sleeping. He changed into nightwear and checked their documents. He confirmed their tickets to their destination. They’d a flight to catch next morning and a ferry to reach there.

Stretching his limbs, he ordered soup for both of them and gazed at Anahita who was sleeping peacefully. He crouched low, shifting closer to her and propped his weight on his elbow. Her face was glowing under the cosmic blue light of night lamp. She looked ethereal, sensitive to his touch and fragile; so much fragile with her riveting eyes shut and her gorgeous mouth silent. He smiled, recalling her widened eyes when he mentioned the porn.

“What are you doing to me?” He murmured tracing her contours, “Why can't I control myself when you're around? Why can't I keep my hands off you?”

He rubbed his thumb pad over her lower lip and paused to look into her eyes, “You're not for me. I can't bind you to me. You've to go but...” He trailed off, lowering his head and halted right over her lips, “…I want to keep you to me.”

And, with excruciating care, he kissed her. The feel so lighter as the brush of breeze, he suckled her lower lip and roamed his fingers on her nape, tilting her face to him. His thoughts ran to necrophilia and he simpered, tasting her better. His heart was drumming against his chest but he dared not to close his eyes and lost the feel that he held her so close, that he kissed her.