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

Just like him.

"Did you really leave, Anahita?" He murmured, dejectedly and rubbed his longs fingers on his eyes. He replayed her words, her confession and fell back on the mattress. She didn’t have to sneak out like a thief because he had to tell her that he loved her back. His eyes welled up for the first time in life. He was now going to cry over a girl. Wow. But, Anahita wasn’t any ordinary girl. She was his wife, his crush and his first love.

It was a truth he could never bare before her eyes, that he was in love with her, that he was so scared to lose her that he escaped from his home taking her all for himself. How badly he wanted to tell her that she wasn’t allowed to go because he loved her!! And, how possibly he could wear his heart on sleeves when she would’ve probably made fun of his emotions?

She hated him back then and he had come to know the reason now. But, he wasn’t from those who would let their possession slip from their hands. He was determined to make their marriage work and it happened. But, now the reality seemed a dream to him.

“It was my fault. I should’ve told you last night. I shouldn’t have given you so much space to leave me,” He muttered, staring at the ceiling. Yet, there was a lot to say to her. It was left to give her credit for filling his life with giggles and kisses. It was left to tell her that he was in bliss having her in his arms. It was left to remind her that she must not trust anyone so easily and it was left to warn her not to get close to wrong person.

To him, she was still the stubborn, dogmatic girl of twelve who fought with him over a cola can. But, she wasn’t there and he missed her.

Like he missed her all these years.

She was gone.

He jolted up and sauntered to get out of the room where her memories were painted. He could practically see her peeking out of the bathroom or before the mirror or folding their clothes and sleeping on the bed peacefully. It was becoming haunting for him.

The moment he opened the door, his heart skipped a beat. Anahita was standing on the door, with her hand in the air and a quizzical look on her face. Noticing her, Yuvraaj’s life came back to him running and her inner world sparkled. She couldn’t send him a smile once she took in his look. Red eyes, disheveled hair and he just had his pants on – the same he had worn the previous night.