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

“Home sweet home,” Yuvraaj sang, toppling on the bed and cuddled a pillow. Sending a smile his way, she made her way to the dresser to smooth her already puffed hair. She pulled the band down, releasing her hair from the clutch and waved a hand through them. She inspected her hair and began the ritual of brushing them.

Yuvraaj tucked the pillow under his armpit and propped his head on his elbow, silently watching her dolling herself. His smile flattened as she puckered her lips in the mirror and put on the matte red lip color. It had nothing to do with the seduction but he was insanely turned on. He had to shift his gaze and adjust another pillow right over his crotch.

“Anahita…” he crooned, calling her name and it got him the taste of a melting piece of marshmallow in his mouth.

“Hmm…” she responded without darting her eyes off the mirror and pursed her lips, correcting the color with the tissue.

“Do you have camera?”

 “What?”

“Hai una camera?” He asked in Italian, the major dialect known in Sardinia and sauntered to her. She blinked at him confused through the mirror, “Huh?”

Yuvraaj smirked, teasing her with his dark gaze and halted behind her. He cinched his veined arm around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, “Tulkyache camera aahe?”

Since he had already confused her enough that's she couldn't help but whine, “What are you talking, Yuvraaj? I am unable to understand a single word.”

He swirled her around and pulled her, making her crash against his chest. “I asked a simple question 'do you have camera' but I didn't know that you're completely illiterate to understand any of the languages. Seriously? You forgot your mother tongue?”

“Very funny.” She made face, rolling on her heels to face the mirror, “Couldn’t you say it in Hindi?”

“What's the use of studying in a convent when you can't understand English?” He taunted, scooping her in a hug. “Ah! Not to mention the bogus degree you've from Symbiosis.”

I thought he was seeking apology. She groaned inwardly and rolled her eyes, unbarring his grip. “What about your degree? Huh? Mr. Mechanical engineer, my foot.”

“As far as I am the CEO." He boasted, spreading his arm haughtily and grinned, “It doesn’t matter.”

"You're the CEO because of your dad. Else, I have serious doubts on your abilities!" She countered with her nose in air to have the upper hand.

"You doubt?"

"I do."

"Well then," he kissed her neck and made her stall. He swayed with her in his arms, “Let me prove you my abilities."

She sucked a sharp breath lowly and he hooked his fingers in her hair and untangled her locks. As the distance between them got knotted by him, he dipped to her ear and whispered, "I should capture you in my memories like this." Her breath hitched and she gulped, closing her eyes and he nibbled her earlobe, "I have the most beautiful wife.”

The blush which crawled onto her cheeks had nothing to do with the callous act he made but with the intensity of sensuousness she felt when he said those words. She gripped his broad shoulder and tried to gently push him when he constrained her by sliding his svelte arm around her the tender waist.

"Why do you push me all the time?" Anahita felt as she traced the clandestine pain in his voice and the wife in her ceased her efforts. Despite knowing if she tilted her head, she would end up brushing her lips on his cheek, she dared the venture. When the mother-nature plays cupid, surroundings moves on her wish and people become mere marionettes moving as the winds conspires.

Anahita brushed her lips against his, so softly ever. Neither he moved, nor did she repel. Neither he deepened it, nor did she protest. It was just a contact; skin to skin much alike soul to soul. With their hearts beating rhythmically in their ears, they rooted like statues. His hands on her waist crawled up to her back and gradually disappeared in her hair. Her grip on the material over his shoulders, tightened as she closed her eyes, surrendering, letting him mould her in the shape he desired, letting him taste until he quenched his thirst.

Clawing his nape, she propelled him to deepen the kiss and the last strain of aberration conked out. He prodded the small of her back, pulling her more if that was a possibility and his other hand shifted to her cheek, cradling her face.

Twitching her lip between his teeth, he gently gave a tug sending it as word for her approval and intruded his tongue in her mouth to conquer it. Giving no heed to the hogwash possibility that they might've not locked the door or someone might've been spying on them, they devoured the taste of each other until it ran within their blood.

Yuvraaj was beginning to lose his control when she traced her hands on his torso and unceremoniously he restrained her, clutching her wrists and pulled back, breaking the kiss. Like someone had poured cold water on her, Anahita snapped open her eyes and scrutinized him taking sharp breaths, her wrist still in his grip.

"What happened?" She breathed out, seeking answers.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, keeping her at distance, “I need to use washroom. I will be back in a minute. We shall head for a tour around hotel. Excuse me!"

Anahita wordlessly watched him disappearing in the bathroom, closing the door behind with a thud. She stared at the closed door with confusion written over her face. “What's wrong with him?”

*****

"You should take it." Yuvraaj insisted, irritated of the phone beeps that started to get on his nerves. Anahita looked at him apologetically, once again cutting the call and for a change turned the audio profile from general to silent.

"Take the call once, Anahita, it might be important." He suggested, benighted that it was Mukund who was calling her like maniacs since they'd come for the wine and cheese tasting tour.