Five Weeks by Shruti Omar (ebook reader that looks like a book .TXT) 📗

Yuvraaj was waiting for her on the bed, hiding his bare beauty with t-shirt and fresh pants. She noted the discarded ones at the foot of the bed.

“Those were wet, thanks to you.” He informed her, catching her gaze and despite knowing his intention, she chuckled as she climbed on to the bed and scooted closer to him, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “I know.”

“You said we have to have a discussion,” he reminded, skidding under the duvet and rested his head on her lap, maneuvering himself until he got to drape his arms around her waist.

"Yes, we do!" Anahita nodded, playing with the curly strands of his hair, “So, I will start from the beginning. I didn’t like you when you we got married and Mukund wasn’t the reason. In fact, you can say he was useless from the beginning. I didn’t like you because of my parents. They didn’t give me space to grow or evolve in my way because they were so determined to mold me as per your desire, your choices and your lifestyle. I am not prude in any sense but they just didn’t give my opinion any value because they thought you wouldn’t like that. They parented me well, made me independent and gave me freedom but where you were considered, I didn’t have choice, I didn’t have freedom, I didn’t have any support from them. It was like they only threw me into the fire and asked me to survive on my own.”

She didn’t realize when she got trance out and her past started to slide before her eyes.