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

I can't believe I like him. I like this utterly snobbish, proud, unapologetic human. I like this shit of a person. Gaud! How can I like this man so much!

She covered her mouth and sat frozen. Everything started falling into place; why she was angry when he helped that woman, why she was restless when he mentioned his 'yet to become ex' girlfriend, why she was afraid that he left her and why she was woebegone when he said that he would get married again.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!” She squealed, throwing the blanket away and Yuvraaj almost slipped from the sofa with his heart racing fast. His forehead creased and he shouted at her, “What the hell? What's wrong with you?"

She grinned, scrambling to him and gawked at him, unblinkingly. “Yuvraaj!"

"What has gotten into you, Anahita?" He measured his words, frowning and got up. "Are you alright?"

"I want to go with this feeling that I have." She murmured coyly shifting closer and he retreated, his instincts on alert. She stopped his movements, keeping her palms on his shoulders and her cheeks warmed. “But before that, I want to thank you."

Stunned, he wasn’t able to comprehend what she was willing to and enquired, “What for?"

"For everything," her gaze shuttled between his eyes and she traced her palms to his hair, clutching his silky threads in her fists and claimed his lips. It could be incredible if detailed because they weren’t kissing. It was just a lip-on-lip contact but none moved them. For, Yuvraaj was transfixed and she was shy.

She stepped back and matched his flabbergasted gaze. “I know you are planning to tease me. I was overwhelmed, so I just....um...say something."

"Huh?" Yuvraaj gave a blasé response unable to form a coherent sentence. He gaped at her like she grew two horns. The fact that his wife openly displayed affection was finding its place in his head. Clearly, it was he who planned to make their days happy because her hatred for him was wide known.

"You me…mea…mean it?" He stuttered like idiot and groaned inwardly. Tensing her lower lip, she nodded compelling him to absorb her in a bone crushing hug, leaving no room for air to troll between them and breathed in content, "Just don't leave me ever. Even if I am wrong, give me a chance to explain myself but just don't listen to what everyone says. Don't leave me alone."

"I will never!" He kissed her hair, "Even if you beg me to."

She smiled at his authoritative reassurance. She lifted her face and simpered, “To return the favor, I promise to try not to fight with you."

He tipped her nose with his and smiled, "That would be best and I promise to not get angry."

***

Nose flaring in anger, Anahita bolted inside the villa and stomped in the bedroom like she would murder anyone whosoever came in her way. Yuvraaj followed her with irritation and huffed, “At least care to tell me what's wrong with you, Lady?"

“What’s wrong with me?” She barked, slamming the door shut on his face and he hopped a step back, saving his nose. He clenched his jaw and barged in to retort but tripped on her thrown heel. She was still shouting, “He asks what’s wrong with me. Hah! Go and ask that fucking woman.”

"Who? Julie?” Yuvraaj prompted, confused at her outburst, “Oh c'mon, it was just a coincidence. You know that."

He approached her but she pushed him back, "Coincidence? Yeah, of course it was! Throwing her body on you, giving those seductive looks and being a complete bitch troll on me was just a mere coincidence, right?"

"Anahita, you're overreacting." He certified, rolling his eyes. "She just brought back some old memories."

"Of course, why leave any chances to get into your pants?" Anahita seethed, bubbling with anger and glared at him. “You too had a merry time with her while I was standing there on the corner like a stupid, fucking mannequin."

"I don't understand why you are mad?" Yuvraaj stood before her and crossed his arms over his masculine chest, “Because I talked to her? She was trying to get into my pants? Or you were standing idly?"

Caught on her wrong foot and unable to describe what was actually maddening for her when she desperately wanted to spend time with him, trolling on the roads of Sardinia, Anahita didn't understand how to put it into words.

That was a complete unwelcome wave of emotions when his former classmate ran into them and had an intimate encounter with him. She kept groveling chances to touch him, looped her hand around his neck whereas she blatantly ignored Anahita’s presence.

She was hurt that Yuvraaj also had good time and didn’t even notice that she slipped away for a while. In verbatim, Julie tried to snatch her husband through a nostalgic walk down the memory lane.

"Or maybe you're confused because you yourself don't know?" Yuvraaj proclaimed with a ghost of smile on his lips. She glared at him and wagged her fingers, “You! You are my problem. I am angry on you because you're such a dumb ass that you don't even know what to do or understand..."

"Dumb ass?" he interjected, annoyed.

"Yes and such an idiotic Buffon..."

"Anahita. Stop!"

"...That even in this situation, you're being a total asshole...."

"I am warning."

".....to ask me why I am mad when you were behaving as a fucking cun..."

Yuvraaj was done, she was getting on his nerves and it was impossible for him to reason her with her calling him names. Combined all, it put him in such frenzy that all he could do was to silence her. Silence her with his lips. He kissed her violently, having her trapped between his body and mattress.

"Um...leave me you bast..." She mumbled between the kiss and he deepened it until she could only let out moans.

“Get off me, you pun…” she gasped when he drew back and quickly kissed her again until they both grew restless. She was stunned for a second but it takes her less than a minute to comb her fingers through his hair. After that sizzling encounter, as she opened her mouth, Yuvraaj put his finger on her lips, "God! Don't say a word now."