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

Anahita slumped down on the bed, dropping her face in her palms and sobbed. She wasn't angry on Yuvraaj, she was furious on herself. This was the second time, she had become vulnerable before him and that proved that he had strong hold on her. Though it wasn't something she could control but her weakness was taking a toll on her.

Her heart was heavy as well because she felt like cheating on Mukund. So what if he wasn’t around? So what if he couldn't see what she was doing? So what if she hated him for yelling on her? It didn't give her the credit to cheat on him.

With your very own husband, her conscience reminded her and she pouted. It bothered her so much that she wasn’t feeling anything wrong. She wanted to force herself to feel wrong but the thought had something pulling inside her. It was unwelcoming.

It was something – the kiss – and it was awesome, she could feel it. It had her heart racing, her insides flipping and her mind giddy. She was torn between her feeling, unable to decide what she felt the most except tons of pain and exhaustion. She held the receiver to her ear and pressed one for room service. “Uh, hey, this is room number 5617. I want one plate chicken scaloppini, two pita breads, salad, diet coke and one large mushroom pizza, thank you.”

She was thankful that she had browsed some of Italian dishes on internet before coming to Italy. Though, previously the reason was to boost before Yuvraaj that she knew about Italian culture, tradition and history but she never thought that her husband would make the trip this kind of memorable. Sniffing, she stuffed the pillows on her lap and twitched her lips, “Bloody dog! Fucking pig! Stinking poop of a bat! I hate you, Yuvraaj Prakash. I so fucking hate you.”

Precisely the doorbell rang and she rushed to open the door. “Yes?”

“Ma’am, your order here is ready.” The bellboy said in his thick Italian accent. She nodded, giving his space to stroll inside and unload the dishes on the table. She was about to pay when a diabolical thought entered her brain and she passed the slip to the bellboy, “Add this bill under the orders of Beach Villa 36."

The bellboy seemed apprehensive, confusingly taking the slip and she smiled, "Actually, my husband lives there. So, now, will you?"

"Sure ma'am!"

"And add as much largesse as you please. He is gem at heart.” She advised, clasping her hands together. The bellboy nodded, chipping a hearty thank you and waded out. She smirked, widely "You made me cry, and I will make your wallet cry. Ugh! I need to curse you a lot."

She plopped on the bed with the food trays and messily devoured the delicious feast. She slept for an hour, lounged around, wandered to the club and dining area but she really felt alone and misfit among the people who were there to actually enjoy. She felt jinxing them with her presence and sheltered inside her room. She called in room services, ordered more snacks and filed the bill under Yuvraaj's name.

“68 Euros!” Yuvraaj blurted in surprise as he saw the bill slip and frowned at the bellboy, “Are you sure the bill is of room number 5617?”

“Yes sir! Ma’am actually asked me to include the tip in here,” the bellboy informed him and Yuvraaj scoffed, taking out his wallet. “Of course, she did. I will get the bills clear. Thank you.” he swiped his card in the machine and paid the due amount.

“Thank you, sir. Have a nice day!” the bellboy greeted, paying him the receipt.

"I am having one." Yuvraaj smiled, closing the door and sighed, “If this girl keep rising her appetite with this speed, I will go insolvent within a week. What is she, an ogre or an incubus?"

"Hope that he has gained a little brain today. I bet he'll apologize." Anahita grinned at the thought as her phone beeped. She licked her chocolate coated fingers and fetched her phone. Disappointment seeded in her when she noticed that it wasn't Yuvraaj.

"Hi Mukund! How are you?" She measured each word and pressed the receiver to her ear.

"I am sorry. I shouldn't have yell on you that time, Anu. I am ashamed of that."

"That's alright, Mukund! I forgave you."

"Don't worry, baby. I will come there as soon as I can and we will live happily, I will bear all your pains." He said making her lips curl up in a smile. He waited to ask, "Um...where are you now?"

"I am in the room. I have told you about the hotel, right?"

"Yes. Is he with you? Anywhere near you?" Mukund asked, guarded.

"Uh-hun,"

"See, Anahita, I may sound absurd but don't think as if I don't trust you. I love you, I trust you but I just don't trust any man around you, so make sure to stay away from Yuvraaj. Don't let him touch you, don't let him kiss you, don't even comply whatever he says. I don't want you-"

"What are you exactly trying to say, Mukund?" She asked, vexed. One man in her life was asking her to stay with her boyfriend and other one was demanding to stay away from her husband, both of them succeeded in making her feel disgusted with her somehow. Mukund was still yapping in her ear, "Don't get me wrong but all I am saying is maintain distance from him."

"Do you really trust me, Mukund?” she asked, dejectedly and contemplated whether to tell him about what just happened hours ago.

"I do. Why don't you believe me?"

"Then stop telling me what to do or not. Maintaining distance from him or not, should be exclusively my decision, why do you have to preach me on this topic?” she spoke out, desperately. “If I kiss him, let him touch me, it should be my decision.”

“You want him to kiss you?”

“No, idiot! I want to tell you that it really doesn’t matter. It would be a moment of weakness for us but it wouldn’t change what’s between us. You are the only one in my heart. This fact won’t change. Do you know that he publically humiliated me to stay with you and that…”