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

Anahita collapsed on her rear, falling flat on her back and a shiver ran down her spine as waves drenched her slacks to her waist and she closed her eyes, becoming immune to the cold. She rested her hand over her head and other one on her stomach, allowing the silent tears to flow down.  

How can we be happy together if he doesn’t trust me!! We were a lie. She made peace with the fact. She couldn’t differentiate what was a lie – their love or their hatred because she loved him in either way. She fell in love with his shameless teasing, relentless seduction, contagious caring and merciless charm but she feared that she would grow out of love if it was a trap.

She wasn’t allowing him to wantonly have an affair with a random woman and have the guts to kiss her before her sinful eyes. He deserved that slap – no scratch that, he needed that slap.

That bloody woman – fucking eclipse in my marital life. First my bed, then my husband, she took it all. Bitch.

Her curtailed cursing came to an abrupt halt as she sat up and rubbed off the sand stuck on her wet body hearing an unmistaken moan of a person. Vigilantly, she ran her eyes around, taking in the empty, endless coast and frowned thinking she might’ve misheard but as she moved to proceed back to hotel, the frequency of moans increased with some vague voices. She blinked rapidly, worried about her safety and hastened her pace, chanting prayers for her dear life.

The moan morphed into a suppressed screech and she stood still. She craned her neck to the rock behind from the voices were coming and mercy seeped in her heart. “What if someone needs help? You can’t be heartless like your monster husband, Anahita.” She gave herself a self-motivational speech before striding to the rock and decided to peek behind but her cheeks flushed as she heard low groans and muffled pants.

She crawled back, landing on her butt having suddenly feeling warm. She decided to exert herself from there before the couple noticed them because she was sure it was consensual as the sound of kisses fell into her ears, not to mention the provocations made by the woman. Anahita was thoroughly embarrassed having her virgin mind profligate with their kinky display.

“What kind of people are they? Having no shame and making out in open. What if I had seen them? What if anyone had seen them? Period! Gross! They bloody need a room." She muttered under her breath prancing away and accidently put her foot over a gristly object. As the flesh beneath her foot crawled, she screamed on top of her lungs, jumping and flapping around, throwing her boots away. She was going to call the authorities with her screams but someone grabbed her and rubbed her back to calm her down.

“Hey, that’s alright. There’s nothing.” A womanly voice soothed her and she shook her head, crying. “No. No. It was crawling.”

“Was a sloth,” This time it was a masculine voice and Anahita cursed her, knowing that she had disturbed the couple. She immediately pulled away and kept her palm over her eyes. “I am sorry to disturb you. I promise I didn’t see anything. You guys can carry-on."

She was about to rush and the couple chuckled. “Relax! We're dressed. You can take your hand off." the woman amicably made her known. Taking a chance, she slowly pulled her hand off, biting her lip and didn’t match their eyes. "I am sorry I didn't mean to intrude. It's just I stepped upon something..."

"That's alright. We were done anyways. Right, darling?" the dark-skinned man draped his arm around petite blonde woman and she slapped his bare chest gently, muttering something in a foreign language.

"Um...I'll leave." Anahita found it still difficult to breath in same air with them. They still smelled of sex.

"Um... Aninita, wait."

She paused, hearing the worst massacre her name and frowned in confusion, being certain that her relations with fellow tourists were not so friendly to come upon first name terms. She whirled around and stared at the smiling woman, pushing her mind to recognize her. Her eyes widened and her jaw clenched looking at the same woman who kissed her husband. The fucking marriage breaker woman.

“You,” she bitterly acknowledged and the woman nodded, “Yeah, remember your husband helped me? I am thankful to both of you guys."

"Oh really,” She threw a nasty glance at them and curtly nodded, not willing to exchange words with him. “I am sure you’ve thanked him enough. So, no need to say that to me. I think I should leave.”

The couple strangely looked at her but the woman still ventured an introduction, “Elizabeth Winters and this is my husband, Konstantin Winters.”

“Hus…husband?” Anahita stuttered like stupid and her limbs froze while she stood there agape. Liza scowled at her and was embarrassed to see her behaving so strangely. She was about to retract her hand when Anahita clasped it in a handshake and nervously smiled, “Forgive me. I am not feeling well. I am sorry. Uh, you are married?”

“Yes,” Her man nodded, wrapping an arm around his wife and looked down at her smiling. ”Happily I will add.” He moved to regard Anahita and asked in his thick British accent, “Did you like the flowers, Mrs. Prakash?”

“I did.” She murmured meekly, reining in her tears that threatened to fall as she recalled what a mess she created while it was just… God! What you did, Anahita? Yuvraaj won’t forgive you for this.

“How are you feeling now?” Liza asked to cut the silence and Anahita blinked at her, “I…don’t understand that.”

“I met your husband in the ball. Thought I’d get to see you too but he told me you were not well. I insisted for a dance since Konstantin was busy chugging the whiskey down his throat.” Liza elbowed her husband and he absorbed her in a quick kiss, making Anahita avert her eyes. She desperately wanted to run into his accommodating arms and listen patiently what he had to explain. She felt crying for doubting him and realized that he wanted to finish their fight with a kiss but what she did? She slapped him.