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

Anahita was certain that after she emerged out of the bathroom, she was transported to another world altogether. It was a mirror world where everything looked same but it was completely different in nature. The door that separated their bedroom and bathroom had opened a new world to her and she loved it.

It probably would’ve happened when she was inside the bathroom changing into her nightwear and Yuvraaj had ordered the supper for them. Yes, she did have heard the clinking of a glass shattering in the ground. Perhaps, it had been a supernatural intervention in their life because hadn’t it been, Yuvraaj wouldn’t have been so gorgeous and so loving towards her.

Snuggled to him, she was staring at his sinfully handsome face, contemplating whether to shake him out of his slumber but could she be that cruel? She touched her lips and closed her eyes, recalling the incidents that led her there, in his arms, on his bed.

Yuvraaj had kept the dinner served for both of them when she exited the room and trudged to him. He didn’t turn to face her, moping the remaining glass shards from the floor and dusted them into the dustbin.

"You took long time. Anyway, come fast and have your dinner. I am really tired." he uncovered the lids and whiffed the aromatic food. “Smells divine, come on, what are you looking at? Hurry up!” he beckoned her beside him and served himself eagerly. Anahita silently accompanied her but having already eaten much, she didn’t have any appetite. She just watched him having his fill. He finished his dinner and stretched his arms, tired. “Listen, I am going to sleep now. Please do a favor and don’t mourn because I haven’t slept a wink and I expect silence, alright?”

A reprimand about his stretching after having dinner was on her tip of tongue but she looked over and nodded, taking over the charge to call room service. She handed them the used plates and switched off the lights. Yuvraaj was fast asleep as he hit the mattress and she was also tired but her mind was restless. Having so much in her head, she knew it would be hard to sleep.

She strolled to the parapet and leaned against the glass door that separated her bedroom and deck. This was the best place in the entire suite. There was endless ocean before her eyes and peaceful surrounding. She slid the glass door a little to have direct contact of the breeze. Her fringes flew all over her face, making her bun untangle and she hugged herself. Her eyes fell close on themselves and her mind was clearing gradually. She concentrated on the warmth engulfing her in its embrace. Involuntarily, she sunk into the pool of warmth that eventually had two beefy arms. Arms…her eyes snapped open and she blinked, craning her neck to see the person.

“Yuvraaj!” she exclaimed, “You were sleeping, right?”

He didn’t respond and inclined his chin on her shoulder. His five o’clock shadow tickled her, making her shudder.

“Yuvraaj!” she called again, covering his hands. “I…”

“Ssh…” he hushed in her ear and rubbed his nose in her neck, “It’s a dream. You’re dreaming now.”

“What? I am not.”

“Yes, you are.” He husked, kissing her neck. She unlocked his hands and spun in his embrace, “I am not.”

He bracketed his arms around her and looked deep into her eyes. “Yes, you are.”

“I…”

“You know I won't do that. Will I? I'm actually not your dream man, right?" He sucked her chin and scooped her up. Anahita closed her eyes in his trance. He padded to their bed and ferried her on the mattress.

"You hate me, right?" He hovered over her and kissed the throbbing nerve below her collarbone. His maverick hands travelled to her arms and held them up.

"Yes!" Anahita swallowed, closing her eyes.

"And, I think you know how much I hate you!" He kissed her palms. Anahita was spelled in his charisma. She watched him kissing her fingers and knuckles. He kissed a trail to her jaw, “Answer me, do you hate me?”

“Undoubtedly,” she whispered, holding back a moan and he smiled over her lips. “Perfect!” He pecked her lips, “Then it's a dream. A peaceful, soothing ointment for your scorching wounds."

"But, um, Yuvraaj, I am not dreaming." She grabbed his face and looked into his eyes. She tried to neglect the feeling empowering in her on his moves. He kissed her palm again and captured her lower lip in his mouth, giving it a hard suck. “It is a dream, Mou. A beautiful dream without any betrayal, without any pain. This is only yours. No one will question you why you do this. No one will judge you if you enjoy this. Only you have to feel what it is."

“Really?” she licked her lips, tugging on them and rubbed her hands over his arm. He nodded, venturing his lips all over her face. She didn’t stop him, knowing that it wasn’t a dream but her mind wasn't ready to accept that it was reality – especially their reality.

"Do you feel this peace?" Yuvraaj asked, kissing her forehead and she nodded, clutching his t-shirt in her fists, “but I still feel it is not a dream.”

"It is."

She brought her wrist closer and pinched herself. The stinging came. She looked at Yuvraaj with innocence, “I am not dreaming."

"Yes, you are!" Yuvraaj persuaded her, kissing her wrist and cupped her face, “It is a dream seen with open eyes. You know that I will never kiss you. You know that you will never allow me this close. Then how can it not be a dream?"

"It is a dream!" she conceded, closing her eyes. She felt him, clutching her tightly. “I am the happiest person today on the earth."

“Yuvraaj!” she shivered and he pecked her lips, “Keep your eyes close, Anahita! You don't want to wake up from this dream." He cuddled her closer and brushed her hair, “It is because you are happy and when I am near you, no one can ever hamper your happiness."

Her heart thumped closer in her rib cage. She let loose herself and hugged him. Everything was disappearing from her head slowly. She was living the moment, without any guilt this time.