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

“I was thinking how shameless a person can be!” she fumed, standing on the bed and threw her hands in the air, “It has been almost three weeks, Yuvraaj and I am asking you not to roam in towel but you've turned into a deaf ear."

“Get off the bed first,” he pulled her down to the floor and crossed his arms, “I was also wondering how obstinate a person can be. I mean since the last time we argued, I have not changed my habit because this is the way I am but you...you say I am shameless or whatever, still you gawk at me daily, without any blink. Why can't you just go out when I change?"

She caught off guard and blinked furiously. This wasn’t a point she rendered over because she always stayed in the suite whenever he changed but neither did he change his habit, nor did she look away.

“So? The point is of etiquette! You should change your habit." She argued, not backing down and held her chin up.

“Etiquette? Really?” He guffawed, giving her a look. “Anahita, where are your etiquette when you stare at me?"

“Please han,” she showed him hand and rolled her eyes, “You have nothing to stare at?”

Yuvraaj paused in wearing his shirt and flung his shirt away on the bed. He gripped her forearm and pushed her into the wall, adjacent to them. He couldn’t let a girl come and walk all over him. His arms trapped her in his grip and he demanded, “Why? Tell me what's wrong with my body that puts you off?" his eyes held lethal mix of darkness, hurt and anger.

Anahita wriggled in his hold and tried to push him away, “Let me go!”

He fortified his grip and twisted her wrist in domination, “Not before you answer me," he looked into her eyes with intense emotions, “Tell me! Why do you keep saying that I've nothing to flaunt?"

He made her fingers drawl over his bare torso, bunching them in his grip. Anahita sucked a strangled breath, narrowing her eyes down on his chest. His taut muscles, smooth skin and defined pecks were felt silk under her fingertips, making her gulp loudly. Her eyes slowly roved down to his abs and she hungrily feasted on the exotic sight.

Her chest heaved up and down with a steady pace and she inched up her lashes to drill her gaze into his eyes. Her lips trembled as she dabbed them, licking and intoned, “Let me go, Yuvraaj!"

"Say it affects you." He whispered, insisting on a husky breath and redeemed her wrists. Captivated, she didn’t pull her palm back and smoothed along her fingers on his abs, drowning down in his male beauty.

"It does." She confessed, not flicking her eyes off his body and he breathed in content. He drew closer, touching her nose with hers, “Say I affect you."

“You do,” she mouthed, closing her eyes and trailed her pointy nails up to his broad shoulder. His breath fanned her face and she opened her eyes, jerking him away with a scrunch of her nose, “You do not. Come on, now go and get dressed.”

She brushed past him and sprinted to the bed, falling on her back. Yuvraaj shook his head, donning his shirt and chuckled, “You need to see a doctor if I am unable to turn you on."

"Of course, what are you? A nymph walking right from the heavens, huh?”

“More prominent than that." He retorted and pushed his hands on his waist, “that reminds me, what the hell you said to mom? Have you sell your brain for pennies? Who shares this type of information to her in-laws that I don’t let you get out of the room?"

Anahita gaped at him, recalling the conversation and negated, “I didn't say anything. I just told her what you're doing? I mean two days back, you were all 'I apologize, beg your pardon' and then suddenly....”

“I never said beg your pardon,” he interjected, sticking out his finger and she showed him her tongue, “Whatever! But, you don’t care that I am here with you. I mean, how can you bring your office work here? Two days and I am hell bored but you look like you don’t care."

“So you complained to mom?” he quirked up an eyebrow, “Saying that I am keeping you captive here and doesn't let you go out? Do you know how that sounded?" If it weren't his looks, she probably couldn't understand the hidden meaning. She narrowed her eyes, shaking her head furiously, “I didn't mean that."

“You didn’t but my mom put two and two together and got eleven,” he scoffed, removing his towel and Anahita pressed her palms on her eyes. His gaze ran heavenwards and he shimmied on his trousers, “I had to explain a lot to her. You can open your eyes.”

Her face contorted in coyness, considering what her mother in-law was thinking. She cleared her throat, looking at her lap, “Um...what did you say then?"

“What was left to say?”

“No, I mean, didn’t you...” he pushed his finger on her lips and bent to her eyelevel, “I handled the situation, that’s it. And, for the meeting, it was very important otherwise I would never do paperwork on holidays."

“You should’ve told me then,” she flicked her hair on the shoulder and he nodded, “I am telling you now. Get ready, we are going out.”

*****

Sun sunk lower in the sky, light of day draining away, giving way to the velvety dark of night. Air became cooler and sharp shadow of the lamppost faded into the dark of the sidewalk. Only the faintest of light shone through the leaves, soon it grew dark and a close silence prevailed in the dim evening light.

Anahita was done getting ready in supersonic speed before Yuvraaj could change his mind. She settled with a short white crochet dress, throwing a beige trench coat over her slender figure. It came till her thighs ergo she selected boots to go with her attire. Taking out hot pink lipstick, she colored her lips attentively and slipped a pearl bangle in one hand while her other wrist was cuffed in wrist watch.

"How much more time will you take?" She shook her head at the exasperated voice of her husband while strapping the boots and shouted, “Coming in a minute."